Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 159

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 159**

Nyla had spent a pleasant evening with Valarie, their laughter echoing through the cozy corners of the room, sharing stories and secrets that only close friends could understand. However, the warmth of their companionship faded as Phoebe arrived, and Nyla felt the need to leave, a sense of unease creeping in.

The following morning, as Nyla made her way to work, the familiar rhythm of her life was disrupted by an unexpected sight. There, not too far off, stood Michael, his figure casting a shadow over her otherwise routine day. A frown creased her brow as she contemplated her options. Ignoring him seemed the best course of action, but before she could fully commit to that thought, he moved toward her with purpose, halting directly in her path.

“Mrs. Sumner, this is a gift from Mr. Sumner,” Michael announced, his tone a mix of formality and concern.

Nyla’s gaze flicked to the small jewelry box cradled in his hands, her expression a mask of indifference. “What does Clark mean by this? Is it a slap in the face followed by a prize?” she questioned, her voice laced with bitterness, the memories of recent events swirling in her mind like a storm.

Michael shook his head, attempting to maintain a calm demeanor. “No. This is Mr. Sumner’s apology gift. He’s too afraid to come himself, so he sent me to deliver it to you.”

With a mix of curiosity and disdain, Nyla accepted the box, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened it to reveal a stunning diamond necklace, its brilliance almost blinding in the morning light. Just as Michael exhaled a sigh of relief, believing the gesture might mend the rift between them, Nyla’s resolve shattered the moment. With a swift motion, she hurled both the box and the necklace into a nearby trash can, the sound of metal clinking against plastic echoing like a final verdict.

“Mrs. Sumner!” Michael exclaimed, shock painting his features.

Turning to face him, Nyla’s voice was cold and deliberate, each word carefully chosen to convey her disdain. “Go back and tell him that I won’t accept such a half-hearted apology.”

With that, she climbed into her car, the engine roaring to life as she drove away, leaving Michael standing there, a mixture of disbelief and concern etched on his face.

…

When Clark discovered that Nyla had discarded the necklace, his expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes. He reflected on the events that had transpired, recognizing that his actions—locking her in the basement for an entire day and denying her basic needs—had understandably left her furious and hurt.

“Understood. You can return to your duties now,” Clark said, dismissing Michael with a wave of his hand, his voice betraying a hint of frustration.

Michael, feeling a wave of relief wash over him, replied softly, “Okay,” before retreating.

Later that evening, after a tedious day of work and a grocery run, Nyla stepped off the elevator, her mind still swirling with thoughts of the day’s events. As she approached her door, she was taken aback to find Clark standing there, as if he had been waiting for her. A frown creased her brow involuntarily, her heart racing with a mix of apprehension and anger.

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