Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 38

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

The dawn of a new day found Nyla meticulously dressing in her professional attire, a tailored suit that spoke of her ambition and determination. She hefted her suitcase, its weight a reminder of the journey ahead, and descended the stairs with purpose. The moment she swung open her front door, she was met with an unexpected sight: Clark stood there, a bag of breakfast in hand, poised to knock, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—perhaps hope or apprehension.

“Nyla.” His voice broke the morning silence, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes sparkled with recognition before they clouded over with nervousness.

Nyla’s brow furrowed, impatience flickering in her gaze. She didn’t utter a word, instead attempting to sidestep him, her focus firmly on reaching the elevator.

“Wait.” Clark quickly shifted to block her path, desperation lacing his tone. “I brought you breakfast. It’s your favorite croissant.”

He lifted the bag, revealing the delectable pastries from the quaint café they used to frequent during their college days.

“I don’t need it.” Nyla’s response was icy, her voice devoid of warmth. “Please move aside.”

The word “aside” sliced through Clark like a sharp blade. Memories flooded his mind—the joy etched on Nyla’s face when he’d surprise her with croissants, how she’d leap into his arms, teasing him for spoiling her. The way she’d press a soft kiss to his cheek before relishing her breakfast. When had that joyous connection evaporated? When had he become a stranger in her eyes?

“Nyla, I know you’re still upset, but…” Clark’s voice trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

“I said, please move aside.” Her tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

A bitter ache settled in Clark’s heart, yet he wasn’t ready to surrender. He followed her into the elevator, the air thick with unspoken tension as they stood in suffocating silence, the small space amplifying their emotional distance.

When the elevator doors slid open on the first floor, Clark’s gaze fell upon an unexpected figure in the lobby—Spencer, waiting with an air of purpose.

“Spencer?” Clark asked, his voice tinged with confusion. “What are you doing here?”

Spencer’s demeanor shifted slightly upon seeing Clark, but he quickly masked it with professionalism. “Mr. Clark, Miss Nyla is going on a business trip with Mr. Damon. I’m here to assist with her luggage.”

Clark’s expression darkened instantly. “Why would a Park Pharmaceuticals employee need to accompany the CEO of Prospectus Technology on a business trip?”

He turned to Nyla, suspicion and hostility swirling in his eyes. “You’re going on a business trip with Damon? Where exactly?”

“This is a company work arrangement,” Nyla replied, irritation bubbling beneath the surface at his unreasonable interference. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing to do with me?” Clark’s voice escalated, the frustration palpable. “You’re my wife!”

“We’re already separated,” Nyla reminded him, her calmness a stark contrast to his rising anger.

“Separation doesn’t mean divorce!” Clark asserted, his tone growing more authoritative. “I forbid you to go!”

Just as their argument reached a boiling point, a sleek black luxury car rolled to a stop at the hotel entrance. The door swung open, and Damon emerged, clad in a dark business suit, his commanding presence silencing the lobby.

Spotting Damon, Clark marched toward him, anger radiating from his every step. “Damon, did you arrange this on purpose?”

Damon halted, his gaze icy as he regarded Clark. “What do you mean?”

“You know Nyla is my wife, and yet you still made her accompany you on this trip!” Clark’s voice dripped with fury. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

Damon’s eyes narrowed, sharp as daggers. “Clark, your thoughts are disturbingly twisted. This is a straightforward business collaboration, not the sordid scenarios you’re conjuring.”

He stepped closer, exuding an aura of authority. “Furthermore, I suggest you choose your words carefully. Your cousin would be quite pleased to seize an opportunity at Summer Group if you continue down this path.”

The weight of Damon’s words hit Clark like a sledgehammer. He recalled Richard mentioning how Damon had advocated for him during a board meeting, allowing him to take charge of part of the company’s operations. If Damon shifted his allegiance…

“I…” Clark stammered, grappling for a retort, but the words eluded him.

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