Trading My Ex for His Uncle

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Clark froze for a moment and instinctively said, "But you always buy these flowers when you go to the florist."

Nyla looked away, Clark had probably forgotten that he had given her Jullet roses the day he confessed. It didn't matter anymore. If he could betray their relationship, it was no surprise that he couldn't remembe "That was in the past."

She walked past him directly to the bedroom. She could feel his gaze on her, but she no longer cared if her words hurt him.

After changing clothes and coming downstairs, the housekeeper had already set dinner on the table. "Mr. and Mrs. Sumner, dinner is ready."

Nyla nodded and went straight to the table, starting to eat without even glancing at Clark.

Clark frowned but said nothing, silently sitting across from her.

The housekeeper, Patricia Bambra, noticed the tension between them and guessed they had argued. She picked up the flowers from the coffee table, smiling at Nyla. "Mrs. Sumner, should I arrange these flowe "No, just throw them away."

In the past, even when they argued, Nyla had never been this cold. Patricia was momentarily at a loss and looked toward Clark.

Without lifting his head, Clark said indifferently, "Do as she says. Throw them away."

Patricia regretted her words, realizing she had said the wrong thing. She quickly put the flowers down and retreated to

the kitchen. After a moment's hesitation, she sent a message to Clark's mother, feeling that this argument was different from the ones before.

After dinner, Nyla got up and headed back to the bedroom. Just as she was about to close the door, a hand stopped it.

"Nyla, are you planning to stay this cold to me forever? We're supposed to spend our lives together-Id rather you hit or scold me than give me the silent treatment."

Nyla remained expressionless as she looked up at Clark, noting his helpless expression, just like after their past arguments when he would try to coax her.

He always tried to downplay his behavior, exploiting her soft heart to gain' forgiveness.

After eight years together, she knew him too well. Forgiving him this time would only lead to countless future betrayals. Once someone crossed the line, they'd only bring deeper hurt each time.

"If it were me who cheated, could you remain calm and even forgive me so quickly?"Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Clark's grip tightened on the door handle, his veins bulging. His eyes were filled with anger and at dangerous intent. If he ever saw Nyla with another man, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from killing

Nyla found his sudden cold demeanor amusing. "See? You can't do it yourself, so don't force it on others."

Clark looked at her and said deliberately, "Nyla, I will give you time to accept this, but you need to understand that I will never let you go."

He knew Nyla was job hunting to prepare for leaving him, but he was determined to show her that all her efforts were in vain.

Clark's eyes, filled with possessiveness and obsession, made Nyla's heart

lurch, and a chill ran down her spine. She knew that beneath his gentle facade, he could be uncontrollable. If she insisted on a divorce, things would not end well between them.

When Clark saw the fear in Nyla's eyes, he realized he had scared her and softened his expression. "Don't be afraid. As long as you stay by my side, I won't hurt you."

He reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, but she instinctively stepped back, leaving his hand hanging in the air.

The tension hung for a few seconds before Clark casually retracted his hand.

*I'm going on a business trip tomorrow for half a month. When I come back, I'll move back into the bedroom. Be ready for it."

Nyla closed the door, her back already damp with sweat. She understood his message-he was giving her two weeks to accept and forgive his infidelity. She needed to move out as soon as possible.

Her phone chimed with a message from Park Pharmaceuticals' HR department. She had been hired, though the salary was lower than she had hoped.

With no better options, she confirmed her start date for the following Monday and immediately contacted the real estate agent.

The next day, Nyla signed a one-year lease for an apartment, paying three months' rent upfront. After paying, she had only a few hundred left in her account.

She didn't rush back home but instead bought cleaning supplies and thoroughly cleaned the new By noon, she was exhausted but felt accomplished seeing the tidy apartment. Over the next few days, Nyla packed her belongings at the villa.

On Saturday, Valarie came to help her move.

Patricia was puzzled when she saw Nyla with a suitcase. "Mrs. Sumner... are you going on a trip?" Nyla shook her head, smiling. "I'm moving out. Thank you for taking

care of me all these years." Patricia was taken aback. She had sensed something was wrong between Nyla and Clark. They used to spend so much time together, but recently they barely interacted. Besides, N call him every night.

"Mrs. Sumner... did you and Mr. Sumner have a fight?"

Nyla's hand tightened on the suitcase handle. After a few seconds, she replied softly, "Not really. I found a job, and living outside will be more convenient."

With that, she nodded politely to Patricia and walked out without looking back.

Watching her leave, Patricia felt a growing sense of unease and quickly called Clark.

"Mr. Sumner, Mrs, Sumner just left with a suitcase!"

Clark was escorting a business partner to the elevator when he received the call. The words made his smile freeze, and his mood darkened instantly. He hadn't expected Nyla to leave while he was away! "Got it." Ending the call, Clark quickly called Nyla.

Nyla wasn't surprised to see Clark's name on the screen. She knew he'd be informed the moment she left

the villa.

Pressing her lips together, she answered the call.

As soon as it connected, Clark's angry voice came through. "Nyla, I don't agree with you moving out. Go home immediately!"