Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 173

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 173**

Clark’s eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and dread washing over his features. “How did you—” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the very question was a fragile secret that could shatter under the weight of truth.

“Does it really matter how I found out?” Nyla interjected sharply, her tone slicing through the tension that hung between them like a thick fog.

Silence enveloped Clark as he stood there, his expression taut with unspoken emotions, his gaze locked onto Nyla’s. The weight of her words settled heavily in the air, a palpable reminder of their fractured relationship.

When the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, Nyla stepped inside without a moment’s hesitation, her back straight and her demeanor resolute. She glanced back at Clark, still rooted at the entrance, and her voice turned icy as she asked, “Aren’t we going to the family home?”

With a deep, deliberate breath, Clark finally moved, stepping into the elevator. He turned to face Nyla, the urgency of the situation pressing down on him. “Nyla, Jordyn’s father was in a car accident, and it was an emergency—”

Nyla, her patience worn thin, cut him off with a sharpness that echoed in the small space. “Don’t bother making excuses. The fact is, you’ve already made your choice between me and Jordyn.”

Clark’s heart raced, desperation creeping into his voice as he tried to clarify, “It’s not like that—”

“Enough!” Nyla snapped, her frustration boiling over. “The more you explain, the more disgusted I get!” Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their shared history.

The elevator fell into a heavy silence, the only sound being the gentle hum of machinery as it descended, mirroring the tension that crackled between them.

When they finally reached the ground floor, Nyla stepped out with a purpose, striding toward her car as if it were her only escape.

“I’ll see you at the family home,” she stated curtly, her voice devoid of warmth, as if she were issuing a decree rather than making a promise.

Clark’s brow furrowed in concern as he called after her, “Nyla, my grandparents are going to be furious. There are some things we need to discuss on the way. You should ride with me.”

She turned to him, her expression cold and unyielding. “There’s nothing to discuss. I’ll tell them the truth.” The finality in her voice was chilling, a stark contrast to the warmth they once shared. Now that Clark had sacrificed the kidney that could have saved Harrison, Nyla felt no obligation to protect him any longer. In fact, this was her moment to push for the divorce she had been contemplating.

Without another word, she climbed into her car, slamming the door shut as if to seal away any lingering connection between them. She didn’t look back, not even when Clark’s figure faded from her rearview mirror. It was only then, with a surge of determination, that she reached for her phone and dialed Damon.

The phone rang several times before he picked up, his voice deep and distant, reverberating through the line. “What’s wrong?”

Nyla bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before asking softly, “Are you in a meeting? Am I interrupting?”

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