Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 9

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 9**

Clark sat at his mahogany desk, meticulously poring over the details of a crucial acquisition contract. The soft hum of the office was punctuated only by the scratching of his expensive pen against the paper, a rhythm that provided him a sense of control. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as Marcus, his assistant, burst through the door, his face a mask of panic.

“Mr. Clark, this is terrible!” Marcus gasped, his breath coming in ragged bursts as if he’d sprinted a marathon. “Something’s happened to Mr. Harrison. His condition has taken a turn for the worse, and he’s been rushed to the hospital!”

The pen slipped from Clark’s fingers, clattering against the polished wood of his desk. The sound echoed ominously in the silence that followed. He sprang to his feet so abruptly that his leather chair skidded backward, colliding with the window with a dull thud.

“What are you talking about?” Clark’s voice cut through the air, sharp and laced with a growing sense of dread. “Didn’t I explicitly instruct you to secure the best caregivers? How could this happen?”

“I did arrange for the best caregivers, sir,” Marcus stammered, his voice trembling under the weight of the news. “But the doctor informed me that Mr. Harrison developed a severe lung infection. All our available doctors this afternoon were assigned to Miss Jordyn’s medical team. The hospital said they’re short on ICU beds.”

“Useless, incompetent idiots!” Clark roared, his face flushing a deep crimson as rage coursed through him. “Send every single doctor back to Harrison immediately! I don’t care what it costs—he must be saved! If anything happens to him, you’re all fired!”

His hands shook with adrenaline as he reached for his phone, intent on calling the hospital director himself. Before he could dial, however, Marcus’s phone rang, interrupting the chaos.

Marcus answered quickly, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Sir, the hospital just called. Mr. Harrison has been transferred to the premium ICU, and his condition is stable now. But… it was Mr. Damon who arranged everything.”

Clark froze, his thumb hovering over the screen. “Damon? How the hell did he know about Harrison?”

At that very moment, Clark’s computer chimed, signaling an incoming email. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized Nyla’s name in the sender field. With trepidation, he clicked it open, and as he did, a chill swept through him, turning his blood to ice.

The message contained a trove of audio recordings, photos, and videos—all from Jordyn.

As he clicked on the first audio file, Jordyn’s smug voice filled the room, wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud. “Mrs. Summer, Clark is in the shower right now. He’s been so attentive to me all day that he’s completely worn out. Poor thing needs to rest.”

Clark’s complexion drained of color, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum.

He clicked on the next recording, dread coiling in his stomach: “Oh my, what terrible timing. I wasn’t feeling well this afternoon either—just some pregnancy nausea and dizziness, you know how it is. But Clark was so worried about me and the baby that he immediately called in the best medical team in the city.”

Bile rose in Clark’s throat as the realization hit him like a tidal wave. While Nyla’s father lay fighting for his life, Jordyn had been flaunting her fabricated ailments, monopolizing precious medical resources.

The final recording sent Clark’s vision spiraling into a haze of fury: “You know what Clark told me? He said I’m younger and prettier than you. He said I can give him something you never could—a child. He even mentioned that you haven’t been able to conceive in three years, and he’s worried there’s something wrong with your body. When we’re together, he’s so happy. He says being with me makes him feel like he’s falling in love for the first time.”

Clark’s eyes burned with rage, every vein in his forehead standing out as he processed the extent of Jordyn’s betrayal. In a fit of fury, he swept everything off his desk in one violent motion—papers, his laptop, framed photos—all crashing to the floor in a cacophony of chaos.

“Marcus!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the office like thunder. “Bring Jordyn to me right now! This instant!”

Twenty agonizing minutes later, Jordyn was ushered into the office, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around her. She assumed Clark had summoned her because he longed for her presence.

A sweet smile spread across her face as she approached his desk, placing a hand lovingly on her belly. “Clark, did you miss me and the baby?” she cooed, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. “We’ve been thinking about you all day. The baby was so active when I—”

The sharp crack of Clark’s palm connecting with her cheek reverberated through the office, a sound that seemed to freeze time. Jordyn’s head snapped to the side, shock washing over her features as she stumbled backward, her hand flying to her now-swollen face.

“I specifically warned you never to let Nyla know about us!” Clark’s voice was icy, a dangerous edge that made the air feel frigid. “You stupid, vindictive woman! How dare you torment her behind my back!”

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