Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 19

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 19**

Nyla’s eyes lingered on the shimmering diamond bracelet resting on her desk, its facets catching the light and throwing it back in a dazzling display. She nodded slightly, a soft “Hmm” escaping her lips, her expression a mask of contemplation.

Sasha, ever the curious observer, leaned in closer, her gaze fixated on the bracelet with a mixture of admiration and envy. “Nyla,” she began, her voice laced with intrigue, “do you know what this bracelet signifies? I came across it in a luxury magazine. It’s called ‘Eternal Love,’ a symbol of loving just one person for an entire lifetime. Your husband must truly cherish you to bestow such an extravagant gift upon you.”

As Sasha spoke, a flicker of sarcasm ignited in Nyla’s eyes. Love for just one person for a lifetime? What, then, had Jordyn been to him? The thought twisted in her mind like a thorn.

“Perhaps,” Nyla replied, her voice smooth and measured, as she carefully returned the bracelet to its plush velvet-lined box, the weight of Sasha’s words hanging in the air.

At that moment, Lucia strolled past their office area, her demeanor a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the room. The faint bruises on her face, remnants of Clark’s violent outburst at the bar, were barely concealed by the layers of concealer she wore. Yet, under the harsh office lights, the marks were still visible, a haunting reminder of that night.

Lucia’s gaze fell upon the striking Tiffany blue box and the radiant diamond bracelet on Nyla’s desk, and a surge of jealousy ignited within her. She gripped the stack of documents in her hands so tightly that her knuckles turned an alarming shade of white.

But as memories of the brutal encounter at the bar flooded her mind, Lucia forced herself to maintain a facade of calm. She knew that confronting Nyla would only lead to more trouble, and Clark would not take kindly to any disturbances in their already fragile situation.

Taking a deep breath, Lucia averted her eyes from the glimmering jewelry and hurried past, deliberately avoiding any form of eye contact.

Later that evening, as Nyla wrapped up her shift at Park Pharmaceuticals, she stepped outside into the cool evening air and immediately spotted Clark waiting for her near the entrance. He stood there, impeccably dressed in a dark charcoal suit, the car keys dangling from his fingers like an unspoken invitation. As soon as he noticed her, he approached with a deliberate pace, his expression a blend of apprehension and hope.

“Nyla,” he said, his voice unusually soft, almost hesitant, “would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” The tone was a far cry from his usual commanding presence, leaving Nyla momentarily taken aback.

She paused, scrutinizing the man standing before her. This was a man she had once known intimately, yet now he felt like a stranger, a shadow of the person she had loved. After a brief internal struggle, she nodded slowly, the word “Okay” escaping her lips almost reluctantly.

Clark’s face lit up with a genuine smile, relief washing over him like a wave. He swiftly made his way to his luxury sedan, opening the passenger door for her with an air of nostalgia, reminiscent of their dating days.

As they navigated the evening traffic, Clark’s eyes flickered to her through the rearview mirror. “Nyla,” he began, his voice carrying a hint of concern, “I’ve been thinking… you work so hard in the R&D department. The hours are long, and the pressure is intense. Have you considered transferring to a lighter position? I could easily arrange something suitable for you at Summer Group.”

“No, thank you,” Nyla replied without a moment’s hesitation, her conviction unwavering. “This research work is my passion. No matter how exhausting or demanding it becomes, I find genuine satisfaction in it. I hope you can respect my professional choices.”

Clark caught her determined expression in the mirror, and after a moment of contemplation, he relented. “Alright, I understand. I respect your decision completely.”

Their destination was an upscale French restaurant nestled in downtown Los Angeles. Nyla was taken aback to discover that they were the only two patrons in the entire establishment. The waitstaff buzzed around them, their attention solely focused on serving their table.

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