Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 199

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**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 199**

As Nyla disappeared into the depths of the apartment complex, Damon turned on his heel, a sense of urgency propelling him forward. Each step he took resonated with the weight of his thoughts. How could he orchestrate a divorce between Clark and Nyla that would unfold without complications? The mere idea of Clark using his newfound disability as a bargaining chip to manipulate Nyla sent a chill down Damon’s spine. His expression hardened, reflecting the cold calculation brewing within him.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit confines of Cyrus’ study, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. Cyrus, a man whose presence commanded attention, barked his orders with an edge of menace. “You ensure that driver keeps his mouth shut. If this comes back to haunt me, I swear, you won’t get off lightly!” His voice was a sharp blade, slicing through the silence.

Before him stood a man in his thirties, his head bowed in submission. “Mr. Sumner, rest assured. He was on his last legs anyway. For the sake of his family, he won’t breathe a word,” he replied, his tone laced with a mix of fear and loyalty.

Cyrus nodded, a calculating gleam in his eyes. “Good. Make sure the compensation for his family is delivered in cash. We can’t leave any traces behind.” The air thickened with the weight of his words.

“Understood!” the man affirmed before hastily exiting the room.

Once alone, Cyrus leaned back in his chair, a cold smirk curling at the corners of his lips. The game he played was intricate, and he reveled in the control he wielded.

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Later that evening, Nyla stepped into the hospital, a thermos of warm soup cradled in her hands. The moment she entered, the echo of Clark’s furious shouts pierced the air.

“Get out! I refuse to accept this! I can’t be disabled! I want everyone out of this room!” His voice was a tempest, raging against the reality he faced.

The door swung open violently, revealing Cindy and Jordyn, their faces streaked with tears, eyes swollen and red from the emotional turmoil. As Jordyn caught sight of Nyla, her expression twisted with fury.

“Nyla, thanks to you, Clark will never walk again. Are you satisfied now?” she spat, venom lacing her words.

Nyla felt a surge of confusion and disbelief. How could a mistress have the audacity to confront her like this? Instead of engaging in a public altercation in the hospital corridor, she chose silence, stepping past Jordyn and into the room where Clark lay.