Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla felt like she was listening to a joke. She had never seen a husband embrace his mistress and order his wife to apologize to the mistress.

"Do you think she deserves it?" she asked incredulously

Tears welled up in Jordyn's eyes as she clutched Clark's sleeve, choking out, "Clark, please don't make things difficult for Ms. Jayston. It's my fault. As long as it calms her down, she can treat me however she

wants."

Clark gave Jordyn a cold glance. "Shut up."

Sensing Clark's anger, Jordyn trembled uncontrollably, lowered her gaze, and said nothing more.

Watching them embrace, Nyla felt only mockery. Was this what Clark had meant by having nothing to do with Jordyn? Was he taking Nyla for a fool?

Unable to bear watching further, Nyla hastily stuffed her belongings into her bag and turned to leave.

"Stop!" Clark yelled.

Footsteps echoed behind her, and the next moment, a large hand grabbed her wrist.

Before Nyla could react, Clark pulled her forcefully toward the exit.,

His grip was strong, causing Nyla to stumble, nearly falling.

When she tried to shake him off, his grasp on her wrist was like a vice, leaving her no chance to break free.

It wasn't until he dragged her into the stairwell and backed her against the wall that he forced her to look up at him from below, his eyes burning red.

"Nyla, do you still have any feelings for me?'

When Clark had embraced Jordyn, he had hoped to see signs of anger or sadness on Nyla's face, even the slightest hint. Unfortunately, the result disappointed him. She showed neither anger nor sadness, only At that moment, his heart felt like it was being squeezed, the unbearable pain spreading through every fiber of his being.

More than Nyla's lack of explanation, what he found even harder to accept was her indifference toward him now.

Upon seeing Clark's red eyes, Nyla's expression flashed with scorn. "What do you think?"

Clark pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "If you don't have any feelings left, it's okay. We still have a lifetime ahead, and there will come a day when you'll care about me again."

Nyla slapped his hand away, trembling with anger. How could he expect her to love him as before while he tangled with Jordyn? Didn't he think it was unfair to her?

"Clark, must you disgust me?"

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them. But he had gone too far.

Clark's gaze darkened. "Even if I disgust you, I won't let you leave. Nyla, we're destined to be entangled for a lifetime."

A lifetime... Once such a beautiful term for them, now felt like a shackle.

"Clark... My stomach hurts so much..." Jordyn's voice suddenly came from behind him. He turned around, about to tell her to leave, but he abruptly noticed her pale face, and his gaze darkened, He looked back at Nyla. "Wait for me. I'll take you home."

Nyla looked away without saying a word.

Clark's eyes flashed with helplessness upon seeing her stubborn demeanor. He let go of her and turned to walk toward Jordyn, his gaze turning icy. "I'll take you back to the ward." After they disappeared from view, Nyla turned and left directly.

While Clark sent Jordyn back to her ward, he remained silent, his face stern.

Sensing the heavy atmosphere around him, Jordyn wanted to speak several times, but each time she hesitated and remained silent.

When they reached the door of the ward, Clark was about to turn and leave. Jordyn's face paled in panic, and she quickly reached out to grab him.

"Clark..."

Clark's icy gaze fell on Jordyn's hand, which was pulling at his sleeve. "Let go."

Intimidated by his cold stare, Jordyn instinctively released her grip.

"Clark, I just heard that Ms. Jayston was also in this hospital today, so I went to see her."

Clark smirked mockingly. "You know very well if you were there to see her or to provoke her. Do you think just because she can't have a child, you can marry me with this child?"