Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla had not yet confronted Jordyn about bribing the maid to swap her dress last time. Just days later, Jordyn was already pushing her luck again.

Considering the so-called evidence against her, Nyla found it laughable. The fact that Clark believed it without even verifying it showed just how blind and foolish he had become.

After a moment's thought, Nyla called Michael. She obtained the audio being used as evidence from him and immediately sent it to a reputable forensic agency in Saintornia. Given the money involved, they promised results within three days.

Nyla then packed a few changes of clothes and checked into a hotel, knowing Clark would likely come looking for her the next day. Until the results arrived, she had no intention of engaging in any pointless arguments with him.

As expected, as soon as she arrived at the office the next morning, she received a call from Clark. His voice was agitated, almost frantic. "Where are you? You didn't come home again last night?! Were you with Damon?"

Nyla frowned and hung up on him. He called back multiple times, but she simply declined each call until she finally blocked his number out of sheer annoyance.

Realizing he had been blocked, Clark decided to wait outside Prospectus Technology. Now that he had been ousted from the Sumner Group, he had plenty of time and was determined to force Nyla to accompany him to the Summer residence.

As Nyla left the office that evening, Clark immediately confronted her. His face was dark, and his eyes blazed with anger. "Nyla, have you thought about what said yesterday?"

"You really think I'd consider something like that?" Nyla retorted.

She moved to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm. "How does ruining me benefit you? You used to say you loved me, but now you can't even do this one small thing to help me. Were all your feelings for me a lie?"

Clark's aggressive stance made Nyla laugh in disbelief. It took a special kind of nerve to say something like that with a straight face.

"Are you seriously blaming me for this? You're the one who couldn't keep it in your pants and got someone else pregnant. That's why you're in this mess," Nyla said.

Clark gnashed his teeth, his voice cold. "No matter what, you're coming with me to the Summer residence to explain this."

Nyla yanked her arm free, her voice firm. "Sorry, but I'm not in the habit of taking the blame for others."

In their three years of marriage, she hadn't become pregnant. If Clark had desired a child so desperately, he could have divorced her and pursued a relationship with someone else.

If he genuinely believed their marriage was failing, she would have let him go without protest. Instead, he chose to cheat.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Now, he had the audacity to demand that she go to his family and claim that her desire for a child drove him to be with Jordyn.

Clark's shamelessness knew no bounds.

"Are you really this heartless?" Clark glared at Nyla, his eyes bloodshot and his expression terrifying.

His entire demeanor radiated a chilling menace, and Nyla felt a pang of unease, instinctively taking a few steps back.

Clark reached out to grab her.

Just as his hand was about to touch her, a cold voice echoed from the side, "Touch her, and you can kiss that hand goodbye."

Clark froze, then slowly turned to see Damon approaching with a poker face.

Clark snorted and narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Uncle Damon, I've already been kicked out of the Sumner Group. Do you really think you can still use it to threaten me