Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 32

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 32**

Nyla sat on her couch, her gaze fixed on the phone screen that displayed the ended call. A wave of despair washed over her, an emotion so profound that it felt like a physical weight pressing down on her chest.

She knew Clark’s true feelings all too well. In his mind, he was the ruler of their marriage, the one who held the reins. When he discovered that she hadn’t pleaded for his assistance, a storm of anger brewed within him, prompting him to call her, not out of concern but to interrogate her like a suspect.

With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes, and the image of a twenty-year-old Clark from eight years ago emerged vividly in her thoughts. Back then, he would have fought tooth and nail for her, ready to defend her honor at the slightest hint of trouble. That Clark would never have waited for her to plead for help; he would have instinctively rushed to her side, unwavering and fierce.

“The twenty-eight-year-old him and the twenty-year-old him are completely different people now,” Nyla murmured bitterly to herself, the words tasting like ashes in her mouth.

Setting her phone down with a sense of finality, she sank into the embrace of the sofa, feeling as if the very fabric of her marriage had unraveled before her eyes. Reality had finally pierced through the haze, revealing a truth she could no longer ignore.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Clark stood frozen, the dial tone ringing in his ears like a death knell. Nyla’s words had struck him like a heavy hammer, leaving him momentarily speechless. He wanted to retort, to justify his actions, but the words eluded him, slipping through his fingers like sand.

“You don’t care about me. You just want to win.” Those haunting words echoed in his mind, a relentless mantra that gnawed at his conscience.

Lowering his phone slowly, Clark experienced a jarring realization: he wasn’t grieving for her pain; rather, he was determined to use this moment to bend her will, to mold her into another compliant “Jordyn.” The very thought sent a chill down his spine, awakening a fear he had long buried deep within himself.

Had she truly never changed? Or was it he who had morphed into someone unrecognizable?

With a mix of urgency and confusion, Clark dialed his assistant Michael, his voice laced with determination. “Michael, I need you to investigate this entire incident immediately. I want every detail, every participant involved.”

Michael, known for his efficiency, had uncovered the mastermind behind the chaos by early the next morning.

“Mr. Summer, I’ve clarified the situation,” he announced, placing a detailed report on Clark’s desk. “The main conspirators are Lucia and Jordyn, and your mother, Mrs. Cindy Summer, was also involved.”

Clark’s heart raced as he skimmed through the report, his expression darkening with each line he read. The moment he spotted his mother’s name, his fingers trembled, a mix of disbelief and anger coursing through him.

“I can’t touch Jordyn or my mother right now,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. “Then let’s teach Lucia’s father, Clement, a lesson first—an example to others.”

Michael nodded, his expression serious. “I’ll arrange it immediately.”

However, just as Clark was about to set his plan in motion against Clement, the office door swung open with a force that startled him. His father, Cyrus Summer, strode in, his face ashen and filled with fury.

“Clark!” Cyrus’s voice thundered, laced with a mixture of anger and urgency. “I heard you’re planning to move against Clement?”

Taken aback by his father’s sudden intrusion, Clark stood up, confusion etched on his face. “Father, how did you find out?”

“I’m asking if you’re planning to move against him!” Cyrus’s question cut through the air, direct and unyielding.

“Of course I am!” Clark replied, indignation rising within him. “They hurt Nyla. I have to seek justice for my wife.”

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