Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 36

**Chapter 36**

The sight before Nyla was so absurd that it felt like a scene from a dark comedy. Clark, with his arms possessively wrapped around Jordyn, was demanding an apology from her. It was as if the universe had conspired to throw the most ludicrous joke right in her face. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted her gaze, her expression devoid of fury but brimming with icy mockery.

“Do you genuinely believe she deserves it?” Nyla’s voice floated through the air, delicate yet laced with an unmistakable edge of contempt. Each word dripped with the disdain she felt, as if she were speaking to a child who had just committed a foolish act.

Clark was momentarily taken aback, his expression twisting into something even more grotesque. He seemed choked by her words, as if he had just swallowed something bitter. Nearby, Jordyn caught the exchange and a flash of indignation ignited in her eyes. She opened her mouth to respond, but—

“Shut up.” Clark’s voice was cold and final, his gaze still locked onto Nyla, as if she were the only one in the room.

The scene pierced Nyla’s heart like a dagger. Here was her husband, standing protectively over his lover, and everything around her felt surreal, almost laughable in its absurdity. She had reached her limit; she couldn’t bear to witness this charade any longer. The suffocating atmosphere was too much to endure.

In a flurry of movement, Nyla began to shove items from the table into her suitcase, her hands trembling with urgency. She needed to escape this stifling place, to break free from the prison of emotions that had begun to suffocate her.

“I’m leaving,” she stated, her eyes fixed on the ground, pulling her suitcase toward the door with a determination that belied her inner turmoil.

But Clark was not about to let her slip away so easily. In a swift motion, he seized her wrist, his grip firm enough to elicit a frown from her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low, almost menacing, a growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Let go of me,” Nyla demanded, struggling against his hold, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anger.

Clark disregarded her protests, dragging her forcefully from the hospital room and heading straight for the stairwell. Jordyn, sensing the tension, made to follow, but Clark shot her a look that silenced her.

The stairwell was deserted, an eerie silence enveloping them as Clark pushed Nyla into a corner. He pressed his hands against the wall on either side of her, effectively trapping her in a small space.

“Nyla,” he said, his voice thick with desperation, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a pain that seemed almost palpable. “Do you still hold any feelings for me?”

Nyla felt the walls closing in around her, the intensity of his gaze piercing through her defenses. She could see the anguish etched into his features, yet she was bewildered by the question he posed.

“What do you mean?” she replied, her tone steady, betraying none of the chaos that roiled within her.

“Just now, in the hospital room, you witnessed me with Jordyn. You saw me defending her. Didn’t you feel even a flicker of jealousy? Didn’t you care at all?” His voice quivered, revealing the vulnerability he was desperately trying to mask.

In that moment, Nyla realized the twisted truth: Clark’s indulgence of Jordyn had been a ploy, a desperate attempt to elicit some sign of emotion from her. Yet, her composed indifference had shattered his expectations completely.

A bitter irony washed over Nyla. “You embrace your lover, command me to apologize to her, and now you question my feelings? Clark, do you truly think this is reasonable?”

“Then tell me, do you care or not?” His voice escalated, nearly a shout, echoing off the sterile walls of the stairwell.

“I don’t care.” The words slipped from Nyla’s lips without a moment’s hesitation. “I stopped caring long ago.”

The impact of her declaration crushed Clark. He stood before the woman who had once adored him, now gazing at him with an icy detachment that felt like a knife twisting in his heart.

Memories flooded Clark’s mind—how Nyla used to gaze at him with such warmth, how she would fret if he was late returning home, how her smile could light up the darkest days. When had all of that faded? When had she transformed into this stranger who felt nothing for him?

The realization struck him like a thunderbolt. He had been so consumed with testing her love that he had failed to see the moment she had truly stopped caring. The woman he clung to was already gone, slipping through his fingers like sand.

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