Trading My Ex for His Uncle

As soon as Gerrard finished speaking, he felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees.

Damon’s expression had darkened noticeably.

Still, Gerrard asked, “You really don’t remember anything? Nyla was your nephew’s wife. Even if you don’t remember her name, surely her face should h

Nyla was beautiful–the kind of beauty that was hard to forget. Although Gerrard had only met her once, her image remained vivid in his mind.

Damon’s face grew colder as he tried to recall the name and face of Clark’s ex–wife. Yet, his mind was

blank.

In his memory, Clark had brought his wife to family gatherings after their marriage, but right now, he couldn’t recall a single detail about the woman. Even the events of Clark’s marriage an

Damon had never been close to Cla

After Damon’s car accident, Richard had sent Clark abroad for some mistake, and Damon had stopped paying attention to him. He had only learned abo Clark’s divorce much later. Since it hadn’t concerned him, he hadn’t cared.

Now, discovering that Nyla was Clark’s ex–wife left Damon undeniably shocked. How had he become entangled with her?

Everything seemed to be traced back to the car accident five years ago. There was a very real possibility that he hadn’t been in a coma the entire time, contrary to what Richard had told him.

As this unsettling thought settled in, Damon’s expression darkened further.

“Look into what happened when I lost my memory,” he ordered. “I want the full story of what transpired between Nyla and me, and why she secretly gave Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Gerrard hesitated before asking, “And the lawsuit against Ms. Kinsey?”

“Put it on hold until we know the whole truth,” Damon replied.

After Gerrard left, Damon reached for his phone to summon Spencer to the office and question him about what had happened between him and Nyla.

However, just as his hand touched the phone, he paused.

Based on the evidence Gerrard had uncovered, it seemed likely that Spencer had betrayed him. Not only Spencer– perhaps everyone in the Sumners had been lying to him.

As he mulled over this revelation, his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing Nyla’s name on the caller ID, he answered.

“Ms. Kinsey, what can I do for you?” he asked.

“I’d like to meet with you,” she replied.

Damon’s tone turned cold. “If this is about custody of Buddy, we can talk. If it’s anything else, there’s no

need.”

“I just sent you a photo, Mr. Sumner. Take a look before deciding whether or not to meet.” She hung up befo

uld respond.

one vibrated, and he opened the message.

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ent his eyes landed on the picture, his grip on the phone tightened, and fury twisted his features.

st immediately after, another message came through–an address.

His eyes darkened. Without hesitation, he grabbed his coat and stormed out the door.

Half an hour later, Damon sat across from Nyla, his expression livid.

“When was that picture taken?” His voice was ice–cold, his gaze fixed on her like a predator about to

pounce.

Nyla remained calm, meeting his stare. when it was taken doesn’t matter. What matters is that if you don’t back off from Oliver, I guarantee that by tomor photo will be all over the Internet. Everyone will see an almost completely naked Damon Sumner.”

Damon’s eyes narrowed, burning with fury. “You can try

The fact that Nyla had such an intimate photo of him proved they had some kind of relationship in the past. Yet… he had no memory of it.

This only reinforced his suspicion that something had been off about his car accident.

Nyla’s gaze remained steady as she spoke, her tone deliberate. “Mr. Sumner, Oliver is important to me. If you keep hurting him, I won’t hesitate to take y

Damon’s eyes bored into hers.

Without thinking, he asked, “And what about me? What am I to you?”

need.”

“I just sent you a photo, Mr. Sumner. Take a look before deciding whether or not to meet.” She hung up before he could respond.

Damon’s phone vibrated, and he opened the message.

The moment his eyes landed on the picture, his grip on the phone tightened, and fury twisted his features.

Almost immediately after, another message came through–an address.

His eyes darkened. Without hesitation, he grabbed his coat and stormed out the door.

Half an hour later, Damon sat across from Nyla, his expression livid.

“When was that picture taken?” His voice was re–cold, his gaze fixed on her like a predator about to

pounce.

Nyla remained calm, meeting his stare. “When it was taken doesn’t matter. What matters is that if you don’t back off from Oliver, I guarantee that by tomorrow, this photo will be all over the Internet. Everyone will see an almost completely naked Damon Sumner.”

Damon’s eyes narrowed, burning with fury. “You can try.”

The fact that Nyla had such an intimate photo of him proved they had some kind of relationship in the past. Yet… he had no memory of it.

This only reinforced his suspicion that something had been off about his car accident.

Nyla’s gaze remained steady as she spoke, her tone deliberate. “Mr. Sumner, Oliver is important to me. If you keep hurting him, I won’t hesitate to take you down with me.”

Damon’s eyes bored into hers.

Without thinking, he asked, “And what about me? What am I to you?”