Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 76

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 76**

As Clark turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life, filling the car with a low hum. He glanced over at Nyla, a hopeful smile creeping onto his face. “I’m really glad to hear you liked them. How about I start picking you up from work every day from now on?”

Nyla’s response was curt, almost dismissive. “There’s no need for that. I’ve bought myself a car, and you’re busy with work,” she replied, her tone devoid of enthusiasm. The moment he heard her words, Clark felt a wave of disappointment wash over him, and the idea slipped away like sand through his fingers.

Despite Nyla’s return to the house, a sense of emotional distance hung heavy in the air between them. Clark couldn’t shake the feeling that they were drifting further apart, and it gnawed at him, leaving him restless and anxious. He longed for the connection they once shared, but the path back to that intimacy felt obscured, shrouded in uncertainty.

The atmosphere within the car grew thick with silence, each moment stretching out like an eternity. Nyla turned her gaze to the window, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. In their earlier days, she would have filled the quiet with chatter, her voice a comforting melody. Now, she seemed lost in a world of her own, her lips sealed tight, leaving Clark to ponder the chasm that had formed between them.

With a heavy sigh, Clark decided to tread lightly, hoping that patience would bridge the growing divide.

As they approached the villa, the sudden trill of his phone broke through the stillness, vibrating insistently in his pocket. “Nyla, could you grab my phone for me?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency.

Nyla reached for the device, her fingers brushing against the screen, revealing “Jordyn” flashing ominously. A frown creased Clark’s brow as he quickly interjected, “No need to answer that.”

He had made it abundantly clear to Jordyn that he wanted no further contact, yet her defiance stoked a fire of frustration within him. The mixture of anger and guilt bubbled up, and he glanced at Nyla, half-expecting her to show signs of jealousy or distress. But she remained remarkably composed, her expression unreadable.

“Maybe you should answer it, just in case it’s something important,” she suggested, her voice steady as she activated the speakerphone, holding the device toward him.

In an instant, Clark slammed the brakes, the black Cayenne screeching to a halt in the middle of the road, tires protesting against the asphalt. He turned to Nyla, confusion and hurt etched across his features. Had she come to terms with this situation, or was she simply too numb to care?

“Clark… my stomach hurts. Can you come over?” Jordyn’s voice crackled through the speaker, laced with panic.

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