Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 77

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

Nyla let out a soft, almost musical laugh, her eyes betraying a cool indifference. “Do you truly believe the words spilling from your lips? If you had genuinely wished to sever ties with her, you would have never permitted her to keep the baby or remain in this city. With your influence, you could have easily resolved that little issue,” she remarked, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Clark, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation, replied, “The baby… I had no choice but to let her keep it…”

Nyla lowered her gaze, her expression shifting as she spoke with deliberation. “You don’t owe me any explanations. I’m not here to argue about this anymore. If your heart longs to see her, I can simply leave and catch a taxi home,” she offered, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of hurt.

No sooner had she finished her sentence than the sleek black Cayenne surged forward, tires screeching as they sped away from the scene.

In less than thirty minutes, they arrived at the sprawling villa, its grandeur overshadowed by the tension that hung in the air.

As Nyla prepared to exit the vehicle, Clark’s cold voice sliced through the silence. “Nyla, just remember, you’re the one pushing me toward her.”

“If your heart truly desires her, I won’t hold it against you. I returned ready to accept both her and the child,” Nyla responded, her voice unwavering, though her heart ached at the thought.

Clark, refusing to meet her gaze, snapped back, “Get out!”

With a heavy heart, Nyla stepped out of the car, the door slamming shut behind her. She watched as Clark drove off, his car becoming a mere silhouette against the horizon. A flicker of mockery danced in her eyes as she considered the man he had become.

Clark was still entangled in his feelings for Jordyn, yet he expected her to bear the blame for their crumbling relationship.

Nyla couldn’t help but wonder how he had devolved into such a despicable version of himself. The man she had once loved felt like a stranger, and she struggled to recognize him.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and walked toward the villa, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her.

As she entered, Patricia rushed over, her hands reaching for the bouquet of flowers Nyla had brought. “Mrs. Sumner, should I place these in your bedroom?” she asked, her voice bright with the hope of making the space feel welcoming.

“No, just leave them in the living room,” Nyla replied curtly, not wanting the constant reminder of Clark every time she entered her sanctuary.

“Understood. By the way, where’s Mr. Sumner? He asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite soup for tonight’s dinner,” Patricia inquired, her brow furrowing in concern.

“Jordyn isn’t feeling well. He went to be with her. I’ll go change. Please have dinner ready,” Nyla said, her tone clipped as she turned away, eager to escape the conversation.