Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla and Damon came from entirely different worlds. At present, his interest in her seemed like just a fleeting impulse. He would eventually grow tired of her.

It was better to avoid the pain of abandonment than to start something that would inevitably end in disappointment.

After all, she wasn't an 18-year-old girl who might naively believe that Damon would marry her. Given his background, he would surely choose a partner of equal standing in the future.

Nyla didn't want the stigma of having seduced her husband's uncle, nor did she want to suffer another blow to her love life.

She pushed her inappropriate thoughts aside and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Just as she was about to go to bed, her phone suddenly rang. Seeing it was Clark, she hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Nyla, I heard you called the police and had Dad arrested?" Clark's voice was filled with disbelief as if Nyla had committed a heinous crime.

She let out a light laugh, her eyes flashing with mockery. "Yes."

"Why did you do that? You know Dad only had you abducted to get that document, not to actually harm you!" Clark exclaimed.

"I'm really curious how you can say such shameless things with such confidence. Are you sure he didn't actually want me dead?" Nyla retorted.

If Pete hadn't discovered Cyrus' plans to harm her first, she might already be dead at the bottom of a cliff.

"Of course. You're my wife and his daughter-in-law. How could he really want to hurt you? Besides, I'm disabled now because I tried to save you. Considering my condition, you should go explain things to the police and get Dad released!" Clark demanded.

"But as far as I know, your legs don't seem to be disabled. Why don't you go ahead and cripple yourself, and then I'll consider whether or not to let him go?" Nyla suggested sarcastically.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Clark's disappointed voice came through. "Nyla, I became like this trying to save you, and now you doubt me. I'm starting to regret saving you that day." Nyla sneered, no longer interested in arguing. She cut to the chase. "Don't pretend to be so noble. The car accident at the courthouse was arranged by you and your dad. Your dad kidnapped me because you urged me several times to delete those pieces of evidence. When I refused, you decided to eliminate me.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"You don't need to refute. The fact that I'm saying this means I have evidence. If you don't want to end up in trouble with your dad, come to the courthouse tomorrow morning to get the divorce. "Let's hope you don't try any more tricks this time," Nyla said, delivering her ultimatum.

Without waiting for Clark's reaction, she hung up.

Clark nearly hurled his phone, his face dark with fury. He couldn't believe that Nyla knew everything. Was he really just a fool in her eyes these past few days? Beside him, Jordyn was startled by his terrifying expression and trembled as she asked, "Clark... What's wrong? Is it that Nyla won't let your father go?"

"Get out!" Clark shouted.

Jordyn turned pale and left the room in fear. Clark was too frightening at the moment.

Once the room fell silent, Clark suddenly burst into laughter. His eyes were bloodshot as he crushed his phone screen from gripping it too tightly.

All these years, he had never truly seen Nyla for who she was. It wasn't too late to understand now.

Divorce... Hah! Did she think a divorce would free her from him?

Laughing madly, he vowed to make her suffer just as he had. She had made him suffer so much-how could he possibly let her off easily?