**Chapter 37**
As Nyla stood at the threshold of her home, she inserted her key into the lock, the familiar click echoing in the stillness. She barely had time to slip off her shoes before she sensed an unsettling presence behind her. Turning, she was met with the sight of Clark, his expression twisted with fury as he stormed toward her.
“Nyla!” His voice was a thunderclap, crackling with anger. “Do you really think hiding away will keep me from finding you?”
She chose silence, her heart racing. Ignoring him like a ghost, she turned on her heel and made her way toward the sanctuary of her bedroom. She craved tranquility, a refuge from the tempest that was Clark.
“Don’t even think about running away!” Clark’s footsteps echoed ominously behind her as he reached out, attempting to seize her arm.
With a swift movement, Nyla evaded his grasp, her pulse quickening as she dashed into the bedroom. She slammed the door shut with a resounding bang and locked it, pressing her back against the solid wood. The sound of Clark’s furious fists pounding against the door sent shivers down her spine.
“Open the door! Nyla, we need to talk!” His voice boomed, reverberating through the closed door, a mixture of desperation and anger.
“We have nothing to discuss,” she replied, her tone steady and calm, betraying none of the turmoil roiling within her. “Please leave.”
But to her shock, half an hour later, she heard an unfamiliar voice cutting through the tension outside her door.
“Sir, the lock is open.”
Her heart sank as she watched in disbelief as the door swung open. Clark had actually summoned a locksmith.
“Clark! Are you out of your mind?” Anger surged through her, and she shot to her feet. “This is my home! You have no right to do this!”
Clark waved dismissively at the locksmith, signaling him to leave, then closed the door behind him. His eyes were bloodshot, and his entire demeanor screamed exhaustion, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.
“Nyla, I miss you,” he said, his voice quivering with emotion. “I really miss you. It’s driving me insane.”
“You miss me?” Nyla scoffed, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Then why did you get your lover pregnant?”
At her words, Clark’s expression twisted in pain, his eyes squeezing shut as if to block out the reality of her accusation. “I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. About Jordyn… I want to be completely honest with you.”
He inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts. “I don’t love her. I never loved her. It’s just that you… you’re so strong, so composed, so decisive. And Jordyn, she makes me feel needed. She pleases me in ways I thought I wanted.”
Nyla listened, her expression shifting to one of disdain. The mockery in her gaze was unmistakable.
As Clark continued, his mind raced back to the early days of their relationship. He remembered how Nyla used to look at him with admiration, her eyes sparkling with trust and affection. When had that light dimmed? When had she transformed into a woman so fiercely independent that she no longer seemed to need him? The constant validation from Jordyn had been intoxicating, a drug that made him feel significant again.
Yet, deep down, he recognized the absurdity of his reasoning. He had willingly discarded the woman he truly loved for someone who merely inflated his ego.
“And,” he pressed, urgency creeping into his voice, “I never wanted her to get pregnant. That night, I drank too much. I told her to take the pills the next day, but she insisted on keeping the baby.”
“Right, you don’t love her,” Nyla retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But you still got her pregnant. You lied to me repeatedly. Most importantly…”
She paused, her eyes narrowing as a chill filled the air. “Even now, aside from harassing me, you haven’t shown any real intention of apologizing or trying to win me back. You claim to love me so much.”
Her words struck Clark like a blade, cutting through the fog of his rationalizations. His composure shattered, and he stepped closer, rage igniting within him.
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