Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 33

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

In the dimly lit stairwell, Lucia’s finger jabbed accusingly at Nyla, her eyes ablaze with an intensity that could scorch. “Nyla, did you spread rumors about me in the company?” Her voice sliced through the air, sharp and relentless. “How is it that everyone seems to know what I’ve done? You must have told them!”

Nyla stood her ground, unfazed by Lucia’s wild accusations. The absurdity of the situation struck her as almost laughable. With a measured calmness, she met Lucia’s furious gaze. “I haven’t spread any rumors. Deep down, you know exactly what you’ve done.”

Lucia’s fury only intensified. “If it wasn’t you, then who could it possibly be?” she pressed on, her grip tightening around Nyla’s arm as if she could squeeze the truth from her. “Who else would have access to those details?”

Nyla felt a swirl of confusion in her mind. Who could be orchestrating this behind the scenes, revealing Lucia’s misdeeds to everyone? Yet, the thought of engaging further with Lucia made her heart sink. “Let go of me, Lucia,” she said, her voice steady but firm. “There’s nothing left to discuss.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” Lucia’s voice rose, filled with desperation as she held onto Nyla, refusing to release her grip. “You owe me an explanation!”

The tension in the stairwell escalated as the two women grappled with each other. Nyla fought fiercely to free herself from Lucia’s clutches, but Lucia was relentless, her emotions spiraling out of control. In their frantic struggle, they were oblivious to the perilous edge of the staircase looming just behind them.

“Let go of me!” Nyla shouted, her frustration boiling over as she pushed against Lucia with all her might.

“I won’t let go!” Lucia retorted, her voice laced with agitation as she pressed forward, step by step. “You’ve ruined everything for me!”

In a sudden twist of fate, Lucia stumbled backward, her foot slipping off the edge of the stair. A flash of panic flickered in her eyes as she lost her balance. In a desperate instinct, she lunged forward, grasping Nyla tightly, dragging her down into the abyss.

“Ah!” Their cries echoed in unison, a chilling harmony of fear.

With a brutal thud, they tumbled down the unforgiving steps, their bodies colliding with the cold stone. Nyla felt a sharp impact as her head struck the stairs, a wave of agony crashing over her, and the world around her faded into darkness. Just before everything slipped away, she fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Valarie’s number.

“Valarie…” Her voice was barely a whisper, strained and weak. “Take me… to the hospital…”

And with that, the darkness enveloped her completely.

Hours later, Nyla slowly regained consciousness in a hospital room, the harsh overhead lights piercing through her haze. A dull throb pulsed in her head, and she groaned softly, disoriented and uncomfortable, the remnants of a mild concussion weighing heavily on her.

“It hurts…” she murmured, her voice laced with vulnerability as she instinctively reached out for something solid to grasp.

To her surprise, a figure sat beside her bed. Assuming it was Valarie, she turned toward the presence. “Valarie, my head hurts so much…” The words came out in a plaintive tone, revealing her helplessness.

But as the familiar scent of cologne wafted toward her, a chill ran down her spine. No, it couldn’t be. It was Clark’s signature fragrance, one she had come to associate with betrayal.

Nyla’s eyes flew open, and there he was—Clark, seated at her bedside, his expression a tumultuous mix of guilt and concern.

“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, her voice turning cold as ice, filled with disdain. She shifted away, desperate to create distance between them.

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