Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 162

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 162**

The atmosphere in the Summers’ household had grown increasingly tense, and Nyla found herself at the center of this storm, the target of their disdain. It was almost as if her very presence had become a catalyst for their contempt, amplifying their disregard for her.

In the past, Nyla had managed to overlook their unkindness, fueled by her hopes and dreams for a future with Clark. But now, with the flame of her love extinguished, the thought of enduring their scorn felt like a betrayal to her own dignity. She refused to be reduced to a mere doormat, silently absorbing their kicks and jabs.

With a forced smile, she turned to Aunt Anne, her voice steady yet laced with defiance. “Getting a divorce is still better than never getting married. What do you think, Aunt Anne?”

The moment those words left her lips, she could see the change in Anne’s demeanor. The woman’s face darkened, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits that could cut through steel. “Say that again?!” she hissed, her tone a mixture of disbelief and fury.

Nyla knew all too well the weight of Anne’s past. Once, she had been in a relationship, a connection that had left its mark long after it ended. Now, as she approached the daunting age of forty, still unmarried, the subject had become a raw nerve. It was a topic that hovered like a dark cloud, one that no one dared to mention in her presence, for fear of igniting her wrath.

Marie, too, felt the sting of Nyla’s words. Ever since their last confrontation, a simmering resentment had brewed within her. She had held onto the hope that Nyla would come to her senses and apologize, yet here was Nyla, not only unrepentant but now turning her barbs toward Anne!

Cindy, standing nearby, regarded Nyla with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. Was she truly out of her mind to utter such a provocative statement?

Yet Nyla maintained her calm, a serene smile gracing her lips. “Aunt Anne, repeating it won’t change anything. Besides, I live by a simple principle: I don’t offend others unless they offend me first. As a Sumner, I thought you would appreciate that.”

“Enough!” Marie’s voice cut through the air, icy and sharp. “It’s my birthday party today. Do you really have to stir up trouble and ruin the mood?”

Nyla felt a flicker of indifference wash over her. Was she truly the one causing discomfort, or was it Anne’s inflammatory remark that had ignited this tension?

“Grandma, you’re absolutely right. Since Aunt Anne clearly doesn’t wish for my company, I’ll take my leave and not trouble her any further. It would be quite embarrassing for the Sumners if a scene were to unfold in front of the guests,” Nyla said, her tone dripping with a mix of sarcasm and resignation as she excused herself.

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her patience for the torment of these women wearing thin. Flattering them had never served her any purpose, and she had no intention of sticking around for more of their disdain.

On the second floor, Cyrus observed Nyla’s departure with a calculating gaze, his mind racing with thoughts of his own. He turned to a nearby attendant, his voice cold and commanding. “How are the preparations going?”

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