Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Send me the surveillance footage."

After the call ended, the maid quickly sent the video.

As Clark watched Nyla jump from the second floor, disheveled, into Damon's car, his expression grew darker. When he drove past earlier, Damon didn't even call out to him. Damon never meddled in others' business-why was he helping Nyla?

The thought of Nyla being seen in such a state by another man ignited Clark's fury. He didn't need to guess. She had likely returned to her rented apartment.

Cindy, having seen the footage too, gritted her teeth. "I told you she's not good enough for you. Look at what she's wearing! She's brought shame to the Summers!" Clark's expression was one of frustration as he glared at Cindy. "Mom, this is my fault. You judge Nyla without even knowing the whole story. Isn't that unfair? "What do you mean? I'm standing up for you, and you're defending her? I'm your mother! Don't you want what's best for you?"

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Seeing Cindy's pained expression, Clark felt a wave of irritation. "This is between Nyla and me. You don't need to help me. Just stop belittling my wife in front of me."

Without waiting for her response, he turned and left quickly. He didn't go back to the villa but headed to Nyla's apartment.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla had ordered takeout and was in the shower back at her apartment. Just as she finished drying her hair, she got a call from Wren.

"Wren, what's up?"

Wren's gentle voice came through. "Nyla, I just wanted to ask if you've started working recently."

Nyla hadn't planned to hide this from them, and with Lucia's hospital visit, it wouldn't stay a secret for long, "Yes, I have."

There was a long silence on the other end before Wren spoke again. "Are you and Clark fighting?"

Nyla had been preparing for pregnancy recently, so this sudden decision to work suggested something had happened.

"It's not exactly a fight." Nyla lowered her gaze, absentmindedly twirling a strand of her hair. "Wren, it's a long story. I'll explain when we have time."

Wren sighed. "I don't understand young people's issues, but Clark seems like a good kid. Every couple has arguments. You need to understand and support each other to make it work."

Nyla bit her lip, saying nothing. Clark had been good at pretending. If she hadn't discovered his affair, she might still be fooled into thinking he was a good husband.

A sudden knock at the door startled her. She walked toward it, saying into the phone, "Wren, my takeout

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After hanging up, she called out, "Just leave the takeout at the door."

Without a peephole or installed surveillance, she couldn't see who was outside. She waited by the door, estimating when the person would leave, before opening it. When she saw Clark outside, her first instinct was to shut the door, but Clark's hand blocked it. "Nyla, I'm sorry about today... I was too impulsive..."

Nyla felt nothing seeing the guilt on his face. "I don't want to see you right now."

"Nyla, I promise I won't force myself on you again. Can you give me another chance? I will make it up to

you."

Clark spoke earnestly, but Nyla only felt like laughing. There would be no such thing as just one affair- there would always be more. She would never forgive him. However, if she said something to provoke him, he definitely wouldn't leave tonight.