Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Clark let out a cold laugh. "If you dare get in the car with Uncle Damon,

I'll call my grandparents and tell them he has feelings for you!"

Nyla frowned, shocked at how low Clark was willing to go.

The air around Damon instantly turned icy. He fixed Clark with a piercing stare, his presence overwhelming. "If you think you can handle the consequences, go ahead and make the call." "Uncle Damon, all you ever do is threaten me with the Sumner Group. But guess what? I don't care about the Sumner Group anymore," Clark said, attempting to sound confident.

To Damon, it was almost laughable. He sneered. "You don't care about the Sumner Group? Or is it because your affair photos went viral and your grandfather is so disappointed in you that he's planning to demote you to one of the subsidiary companies? Soon, you won't even be the CEO of the Sumner Group."

Clark's face flushed with embarrassment as Damon exposed the truth. "It's just a temporary demotion. It doesn't mean I won't have the chance to return to the Sumner Group," Clark said, clinging to his pride.

"You're right. You might get another chance. But if you keep pestering Nyla, that chance might just go to your cousin instead," Damon replied calmly.

Clark's hands clenched into fists at his sides, frustration and hesitation warring in his eyes. He knew he couldn't go head-to-head with Damon right now. Doing so would only make things worse. But he was done holding back.

Raising his head, he met Damon's gaze without flinching. "Uncle Damon, do whatever you want. But right now, I'm taking Nyla with me."

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A tense silence fell over the restaurant entrance, so quiet one could hear a pin drop, as his words hung in the air.

Nyla took a deep breath and spoke calmly. "Clark, we're getting divorced soon. There's no point in you continuing to pester me."

He had already paraded Jordyn around in public, clearly signaling that she mattered to him. Nyla didn't see the point in dragging out this argument.

"I told you! I'm not divorcing you," Clark insisted.

Nyla frowned, unwilling to continue the conversation. She turned to Damon. "Uncle Damon, I'll just take a cab home."All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

With that, she walked toward the street.

Clark moved to stop her, but Damon blocked his path. "Clinging to her like this will only make her hate you more."

Clark glared at Damon with disdain. "Uncle Damon, there are so many women in the world. Why do you have to make me a cuckold?"

Damon's expression remained

neutral, "You're the one who cheated

first. Instead of reflecting on your

own mistakes, what right do you

have to question me?"

"Even if Nyla and I do get divorced, you'll never be with her. Grandpa and Grandma would never approve," è Clark said, convinced that Damon's interest in Nyla was just a passing fancy and that he'd never actually marry her.

"That's none of your concern," Damon replied, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Nyla had already gotten into a taxi.

Not interested in continuing the pointless conversation with Clark, he got into his car and left.

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Back at home, Nyla rested on the couch for a while. Just as she was about to get ready for bed, her phone rang.

Surprise flickered in her eyes when she saw that it was Wren, but she answered. "Wren, is something the matter?"

Wren's voice came through, laced with guilt. "Nyla, I was wrong the other day at the hospital. I said some harsh things, and I hope you can forgive me."

Wren was an elder. Since she had already apologized, Nyla couldn't hold a grudge, even if she still felt uneasy about it.

"Wren, I'm not angry. I understand that you were worried about my father's condition," she replied.

Wren seemed relieved, her tone

softening. "Nyla, I know you've been

through a lot with Clark's affair... but what's done is done. I wanted to discuss something with you. How about waiting until Clark finds a kidney donor for your father before you two finalize the divorce? Would that be okay?"

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