Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 372

Jordyn hadn't expected Clark to hit her. Too stunned to react, she stumbled back several steps. If she hadn't grabbed onto the cabinet by the entrance, she would have fallen.

Her face turned pale as she clutched her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes. "Clark... I'm pregnant... How could you hit me?"NôvelDrama.Org content.

Clark sneered. "Why couldn't I? I warned you to take care of yourself and rest, but you stabbed me in the back the first chance you got. You're just a liability. We're getting the divorce papers tomorrow!"

Shock flashed across Jordyn's face as she stared at Clark, taking a few moments to process his words.

"No! I don't agree to a divorce! I won't divorce you!" Jordyn cried.

She had worked so hard to marry Clark, and she would rather die than leave him.

"You don't get a say in this! After the divorce, you can keep the baby or get rid of it. I don't care!" Clark shouted.

Realizing he wasn't bluffing, Jordyn panicked. She grabbed his arm, sobbing. 'Clark, you can't do this to me! If you divorce me, I'll kill myself!"

Clark shook her off, his eyes cold and indifferent. "You think you can threaten me? If you really want to die, then go ahead."

With that, he pushed the door open and left.

Jordyn collapsed onto the floor, her face streaked with tears. How had it come to this? Why had things ended up like this?

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. She scrambled to her feet and called Rebecca.

"Rebecca, Clark is divorcing me tomorrow! This is all your fault! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess!" she cried.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Rebecca's mocking voice came through." You're an idiot. Who else can you blame for that?"

Jordyn gritted her teeth. "If I really get divorced, I'll tell Damon everything you made me do. Let's see if you'll still be so smug then."

Rebecca's grip on the phone tightened, her tone turning icy. "Don't forget, that child you're carrying isn't Clark's. If he finds out, do you think he'll let you off easily?"

Before returning to the country, she had thoroughly investigated Jordyn. Clark's divorce from Nyla was entirely linked to her. If Clark discovered the child wasn't his, it would devastate him.

"You wouldn't dare!" Jordyn hissed.

Hearing the panic in Jordyn's voice, Rebecca smiled. "As long as you keep quiet, no one will ever know."

"Just wait!" Jordyn growled, angrily hanging up. She glanced down at her slightly rounded belly, malice flickering in her eyes.

It seemed this baby had to go.

When Nyla got home, she organized the documents Ryan had given her and sent them to William.

Just as she finished, the doorbell rang. Seeing Clark outside, she frowned and chose not to answer.

Upon recalling how Clark had threatened her with a knife last time, a chill ran down her spine. Without hesitation, she called the police.

The police arrived quickly, and only then did Nyla open the door.

"Nyla..." Clark's voice was agitated as he tried to approach, but the police restrained him.

"Nyla, I just want to see you. I won't hurt you," Clark pleaded.

He appeared drunk, his face unnaturally flushed, his eyes unfocused as they struggled to meet hers.