Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 179

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

**Chapter 179**

A chilling laugh escaped Clark’s lips, reverberating through the tense air. “You think you can just hop into Uncle Damon’s car without a care? I’ll make a call to my grandparents and spill the beans about his little crush on you!” His voice dripped with mockery, a desperate attempt to regain control over a situation that felt increasingly out of his grasp.

Nyla’s expression shifted to one of disbelief, her brow furrowing in shock at the depths Clark was willing to plunge. It was astonishing, really, how low he could stoop when cornered.

Damon, standing nearby, felt the temperature drop as he turned his full attention to Clark. His gaze was like ice, sharp and unyielding, and the very air around him seemed to thrum with an unspoken power. “If you believe you can bear the repercussions of that call, by all means, go ahead. I wouldn’t stop you,” he replied, his voice steady and calm, but with an undercurrent of menace that was impossible to ignore.

“Uncle Damon, all you ever do is throw the Sumner Group in my face as if it’s some sort of threat. But guess what? I’ve had it with the Sumner Group!” Clark’s attempt at bravado faltered slightly, but he pressed on, trying to mask the tremor in his voice with a facade of confidence.

Damon couldn’t help but let out a derisive sneer, the corners of his mouth curling in amusement. “You’re done with the Sumner Group? Or perhaps it’s just that your scandalous affair photos have gone viral, leaving your grandfather so disillusioned that he’s plotting to demote you to one of the subsidiary companies? Soon enough, you might not even hold the title of CEO anymore,” he taunted, his words slicing through Clark’s bravado like a hot knife through butter.

Clark’s complexion flushed a deep crimson as the truth of Damon’s words struck home. The humiliation was palpable, and he could feel the weight of it pressing down on him.

“It’s just a temporary setback,” Clark retorted, desperately clinging to what little pride he had left. “This doesn’t mean I won’t have a chance to reclaim my position at the Sumner Group.”

“You’re correct; there might be another opportunity on the horizon. But let me remind you, if you persist in harassing Nyla, that chance could very well slip into your cousin’s hands instead,” Damon replied, his tone deceptively calm, yet laced with a warning.

Frustration bubbled within Clark, and his hands balled into tight fists at his sides. A fierce battle raged in his eyes—he understood that confronting Damon head-on would only lead to further complications. Yet, the urge to push back was overwhelming.

He took a deep breath, summoning his courage, and met Damon’s gaze with unwavering resolve. “Uncle Damon, do what you will. But right now, I’m taking Nyla with me.”

An oppressive silence enveloped the entrance of the restaurant, a stillness that felt almost tangible, as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for a reaction.

Nyla inhaled deeply, her heart racing as she broke the silence. “Clark, we’re on the brink of a divorce. There’s no sense in you continuing this charade.” Her voice was steady, but inside, she felt a swirl of emotions—sadness, frustration, and a hint of relief at finally confronting him.

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