Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 169

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

Clark’s brow furrowed deeply, his displeasure palpable as it flickered across his features. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Nyla, however, seemed utterly unfazed. Without so much as a glance in his direction, she swung open the car door and slid into the passenger seat, her movements deliberate and unyielding.

The drive home was steeped in an uncomfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional hum of the engine and the rhythmic ticking of the turn signal. At each red light, Clark stole glances at Nyla, his mind racing with unspoken words, a tempest of thoughts swirling within him. He felt an urge to bridge the chasm that had formed between them, to shatter the silence that had become their companion.

Yet, Nyla remained resolutely focused on the world outside, her gaze locked onto the passing scenery, as if it held the answers to questions she dared not voice.

As they pulled up to her building, the moment of departure loomed heavy. Just as Nyla reached for the door handle, Clark found his voice, breaking through the silence like a crack of thunder. “Nyla, does Dad’s scheme against Uncle Damon tonight have anything to do with you?”

She turned to him, her expression icy, a fortress of resolve. “Why would you think it’s related to me?”

Clark’s heart sank at her response. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, and after a drawn-out pause, he shook his head slowly, the words barely above a whisper. “No reason. I just noticed you disappeared for a while earlier, so I thought I’d ask.”

Nyla’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. “If you really want to know the truth, you should ask your dad,” she retorted, her tone sharp as she pushed the door open and stepped out into the night.

Once home, Nyla sank into the plush embrace of the sofa, her mind racing. She retrieved her phone, fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through her contacts until she found Damon’s name. A brief moment of hesitation gripped her—was she truly ready to make this call? But the decision had been made long before. With a deep breath, she pressed the call button.

The phone rang, each tone echoing in her chest until it was answered. Damon’s voice was absent at first, the silence stretching between them, filled only with the sound of their breaths mingling in the air.

Nyla swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her ears as she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Uncle Damon, you once mentioned that if I ever wanted a divorce, I could reach out to you. Well, I want to divorce Clark now. Can you help me?”

On the other end, she could feel the shift in Damon’s breathing, a deepening that hinted at his surprise.

“Why the sudden decision to divorce? Is it because of what happened tonight with Cyrus?” he asked, his voice low and probing.

“Partly,” Nyla admitted, a pang of reluctance washing over her. She didn’t want to delve into the details, to relive the events that had led her to this moment.

A silence hung heavy in the air for a few seconds before Damon spoke again, his voice steady. “Come to my office tomorrow morning.”

After hanging up, Nyla set her phone down with a trembling hand, covering her eyes with her palms as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

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