Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 2

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

Nyla stepped through the door of her home, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings. She sank onto the living room sofa, her gaze fixed on the glowing screen of her phone. The number she had just dialed shimmered like a beacon in the dim light, a reminder of the reality she was now forced to confront. Anger and pain had simmered within her, but now, a different emotion clawed its way to the surface—fear. A divorce was not merely a matter of the heart; it demanded financial independence, a daunting prospect that loomed over her like a dark cloud.

Clark had been shouldering the burden of her father’s mounting medical expenses, a staggering $100,000 each month. The figure felt insurmountable, a reminder of the life she had unwittingly become trapped in. She could barely breathe under the weight of it all.

With trembling fingers, Nyla navigated through her contacts, her heart racing as she landed on a name that felt like a lifeline in her stormy sea of despair. Professor Anderson. Her former research supervisor from graduate school, a figure of inspiration and guidance during a time when she had felt most alive.

“Nyla? Is that really you?” The voice on the other end was a mix of surprise and concern. “Oh my god, are you okay? It’s been ages since we last spoke, not since your wedding three years ago!”

Nyla bit down hard on her lip, the metallic tang of blood flooding her mouth as she wrestled with her emotions. “Professor, I… I want to return to research. I know this might sound sudden, but I desperately need a job.”

“Of course, of course!” Professor Anderson’s enthusiasm was immediate, no hesitation in his tone. “You were one of the brightest students I’ve ever had. Your thesis on molecular biology was nothing short of revolutionary. I can reach out right now to a company that’s looking for a senior researcher. The salary is quite appealing.”

“Thank you,” Nyla breathed out, a wave of relief washing over her like a gentle tide. “I truly appreciate this.”

“Don’t mention it! You have remarkable talent, Nyla. It’s a pity you stepped away from research after your marriage. When can you start?”

“As soon as possible,” she replied, determination igniting within her.

After ending the call, a flicker of hope ignited in Nyla’s chest. Perhaps she could do this. Perhaps she could break free from Clark and rebuild her life, piece by piece.

She made her way to their bedroom, the familiar surroundings now feeling foreign and suffocating. With a sense of urgency, she began to pack her belongings, her movements mechanical and robotic. Clothes were folded and tossed into a suitcase, but her mind was racing, a whirlwind of memories and emotions. In the closet hung the matching pajamas they had bought during their honeymoon in Paris, a relic of happier times. On the dresser, a small angel figurine from Italy seemed to mock her, a reminder of the love she once believed was unbreakable. The walls were adorned with photographs of laughter and love, moments captured in time that now felt like daggers piercing her heart.

Each item whispered tales of sweetness that had turned bitter. How had she been so blind? How had she overlooked the signs that had been glaring at her all along?

As she rifled through the dresser drawer, her fingers brushed against something cold and hard. It was her wedding ring, catching the light and glinting mockingly at her. And then, she spotted it—the marriage certificate.

Her hands shook as she lifted it, the paper feeling heavy with the weight of her past. Flipping it open, she was met with the sight of two young, radiant faces—hers and Clark’s. Her own smile was so bright it felt like a knife twisting in her gut. Clark’s eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy, a stark contrast to the turmoil within her now.

That day, August 23rd, three years ago, had been a whirlwind of excitement. They had risen at four in the morning, eager to be the first couple to receive their marriage certificate. Clark had been like a giddy child, his nerves bubbling over as they drove to the registry office.

“Nyla, can you believe it? We’re really getting married!” he had exclaimed, bouncing in his seat. “I feel like I’m eighteen again, like the first time I laid eyes on you in Professor Wilson’s chemistry class.”

When the staff had handed them the marriage certificate, Clark’s hands had trembled as if he were holding something fragile. Tears had filled his eyes, and his voice had cracked with emotion.

“Nyla, we’re finally husband and wife,” he had whispered, his words dripping with sincerity. “I promise to love and protect you for the rest of my life. You mean everything to me.”

At that moment, Nyla had believed every word, convinced they were destined to be together forever.

But now…

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