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💔Nyla Jayston was in her third month of trying to conceive when she saw a message on her husband Clark Sumner's phone from a contact named "Jordyn Cheatham".

Jordyn: [I think my new nightgown is a bit tight. Why don't you come over and check if it fits?]

Attached was a selfie of a woman in a deep V-neck red slip dress, her body partly exposed, exuding seduction.

Nyla's grip on the phone tightened. She scrolled up and found Clark and Jordyn's previous exchanges to be strictly work-related, which made her frown.

'Was the text sent by mistake? Or…'

A hand wrapped around Nyla's waist from behind, breaking her thoughts.

Clark pressed his warm body against hers and gently nibbled her earlobe. "Honey, I'm all cleaned up. Do you want to do it on the couch or the bed?"

Before Nyla could respond, Clark picked her up and laid her on the couch, his tall frame looming over her.

"Since you're not saying anything, I'll choose. Let's do it on the couch," Clark said, his voice husky and his eyes filled with a flicker of fire that made Nyla blush instantly.

Nyla was already beautiful, and the slight flush on her cheeks made her look like a tempting, ripe, juicy peach under the light.

Clark's gaze grew darker. He leaned in to kiss Nyla, but she suddenly turned her head away.

Sensing her resistance, he looked at her with confusion. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Clark, usually assertive at work, now looked at Nyla with a mix of confusion and hurt, which softened her heart momentarily. Despite that, she hadn't forgotten the explicit selfie she had just seen.

She stopped him with one hand on his chest and held up his phone with the other, showing him the screen. "Explain this first."

Clark glanced at the screen and immediately frowned, grabbing the phone to make a call. It was quickly answered.

"Mr. Sumner, what can I do for you?"

Clark glowered, and his voice turned icy. "I didn’t know my secretary started soliciting clients."

There was a moment of silence before Jordyn's panicked voice came through. "M-Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry. That message was meant for my boyfriend. I must have sent it to you by mistake..."

"Next time it happens, pack your things and leave!" Clark hung up and looked back at Nyla, his expression softening, even showing a hint of grievance. "Honey, she sent it by mistake. If you're still upset, I'll fire her tomorrow. It's late now, so let’s not waste time on someone unworthy. We haven't seen each other in a week. You need to make it up to me tonight."

Clark pulled Nyla in for a kiss, but her mood was ruined despite the issue being cleared up. She wasn't in the mood anymore and pushed him away. "I'm tired tonight. Let's continue tomorrow."

A flash of disappointment crossed Clark's eyes, but he didn't pressure her. "Alright, you sleep first. I'm not tired yet, so I'll go to the study to handle some work."

"Okay."

…

It started raining heavily in the middle of the night.

The sound woke Nyla, and she reached out only to feel the cold space beside her. She glanced at the clock—3:16 a.m.

Nyla wondered whether Clark was still working.

She got up, put on a robe, and went to the study, but it was dark and empty. Her grip on the doorknob tightened, and her heart sank.

Nyla’s phone suddenly chimed, startling her in the quiet night. Seeing that it was a text from a stranger, she had a gut feeling that reading it would mean no turning back for her and Clark.

A thunderclap boomed outside, startling her into accidentally pressing it.

[Still awake? Because your husband isn't with you?]

[I was scared because of the thunder and power outage, and he came to comfort me.]

[Don't you want to know where your husband is?]

As Nyla read the messages and the boastful tone, her hands trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, another text came in with an address and a series of digits.

Nyla bit her lip, grabbed her car keys, and drove straight there.

By the time she reached the villa, it was past 4:00 a.m.

She entered the code, and the door unlocked.

The living room lights were on. From the entrance to the bedroom door, a man's suit and a woman's lingerie were strewn about, revealing the urgency of their actions.

Seeing the torn red nightgown at the bedroom door, Nyla felt a sense of absurdity.

Although the distance from the entrance to the bedroom was only a few meters, it felt like an eternity to Nyla. Standing at the bedroom door, she felt light-headed and dizzy.

She reached out, trembling, and slowly pushed the slightly open door.

The sight of the messy bed and the bared couple entwined—their heavy breathing filling the room—pierced Nyla's heart. The couple was so engrossed that they didn't notice her standing there.

Nyla's hand on the door frame turned white from gripping it too hard, leaving red marks on her palm. She had been with Clark for eight years, from school days to marriage, envied by everyone around them. Until today, she had never imagined betrayal between them.

Now, reality dealt her a cruel blow. Even the most sincere wedding vows couldn't withstand a fickle heart.

Unable to bear the sight, Nyla turned and stumbled out, driving away. She stopped by a bar on the way and decided to go in.

…

By the time Valarie Weir arrived, Nyla had already downed two bottles of whiskey, her gaze slightly unfocused. "Valarie, you're here..."

Seeing Nyla surrounded by several men, Valarie frowned. "All of you, leave!"

"No, they're fine here—"

"I said, leave!" After driving the men away, Valarie sat next to Nyla. "What happened? Did Clark really cheat on you?"

Valarie was Nyla's university roommate and had witnessed Nyla and Clark’s journey from school to marriage. She had seen Clark treat Nyla well all these years, so she couldn't believe he would cheat.

Upon hearing Clark’s name, Nyla's gaze dimmed, and the heart-wrenching pain came rushing back. "I don't want to hear that name right now."

Chapter 2
Nyla downed her drink in one gulp. She had never imagined Clark would betray her. Seeing him in bed with another woman felt like a dagger through her heart.

"I just can't believe it. He loved you so much. He didn't seem like the type to cheat. Maybe there's a misunderstanding," Valarie suggested.

Nyla let out a cold laugh. "I saw it with my own eyes. How could that be a misunderstanding?"

The room fell silent.

Watching Nyla drink like there was no tomorrow, Valarie grabbed the glass from her hand. "Even if he cheated, you shouldn't punish yourself by getting drunk. What are you going to do now?"

"I'm getting a divorce. Just thinking about him with that woman makes me sick."

Upon seeing the defiance in Nyla’s red eyes, Valarie's heart ached. "Don't think about it now. You need to rest. Decide what to do next once you’re calm. I'll take you home."

Nyla shook her head. "No... I don't want to go back."

Returning to that house would only bring back the sickening images of Clark’s betrayal. Each recollection made her feel nauseous.

Seeing Nyla’s reluctance, Valarie didn't insist. "I'll book you a hotel room then."

…

After booking a room, Valarie took Nyla to the hotel entrance. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you up?"

Nyla shook her head. "No, you go rest. I'll be fine."

She waved with the room card and walked into the hotel.

Seeing Nyla walk steadily, Valarie finally breathed a sigh of relief and drove away once Nyla was inside the hotel. What she didn't know was that Nyla, when drunk, appeared sober but was actually a mess inside.

Nyla entered the elevator, scanned her card, and the elevator began to ascend.

Soon, the doors opened with a ding.

As Nyla stepped out onto the carpet, her legs almost gave out. She steadied herself against the wall, massaging her aching temples while searching for her room number.

The wine was taking its toll, and her vision blurred.

She found Room 8919 and tried the card on the door. Hearing no beep, she frowned and was about to push the door when it suddenly opened.

Nyla froze. Before she could react, a large hand yanked her into the dark room.

The door slammed shut, cutting off the light from the hallway. She was pressed against the door, a man's breath hot against her ear, making her shiver. The familiar scent of pine filled her senses, but before she could place it, she felt the warmth of his lips on hers.

"Mmph!" Realizing what was happening, Nyla struggled.

Damon was strong, and with the wine dulling her strength, her hands felt weak, almost inviting as she pushed against his chest. Damon’s hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire, and her body grew more responsive under his touch.

Nyla tried to push him away, but he easily caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Let— Mmph! Let me go…"

He stopped kissing her and chuckled. "No need to play hard to get."

His fingers traced her collar, the cool touch making her shudder. His body heat seemed to melt her, and her legs grew weak.

In the dark, Nyla’s senses heightened. She felt Damon unbuttoning her clothes, her mouth dry, her last bit of rationality warning her that this was going too far.

"Let me go!" She mustered all her strength to push him, but he simply picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

The bed was soft, so Nyla didn’t feel pain, but the impact made her head spin. She tried to get up, but Damon pinned her down. Soon, her clothes were gone, and they were both nearly bared.

He pressed against her, ready. His dominating presence made her tremble. She pushed against his chest, biting her lip to stay calm and clear-headed.

"Mister, I think I entered the wrong room. Please let me go…" Nyla’s voice shook with tension.

"Tsk!" Damon's voice was impatient, his tone cold. "Still playing?"

He was about to get up and kick Nyla out when the room light suddenly came on. Nyla had accidentally hit the light switch in her struggle.

The sudden light made Damon squint. He was shocked when he saw the terrified woman beneath him.

Nyla, recognizing Damon, felt the blood drain from her face. The fear sobered her instantly. She couldn’t believe it—the man who almost violated her was Clark’s uncle, Damon Summer!

"Uncle Damon…"

Nyla had always been wary of Damon. He was the youngest son of Richard Sumner and Marie Thorne, doted on by them and known for his unpredictable, cold nature. Even outsiders avoided crossing him. When she married Clark, he had warned her to steer clear of Damon.

"Shut up!" Damon's face was dark, his gaze icy, as he contemplated whether to silence her for good.

Then, his eyes shifted to her bare body, darkening further. He turned away, getting off the bed. "Get dressed and get out!"

As Damon moved, Nyla caught a glimpse of him where she shouldn't, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

Upon seeing her flushed face, Damon's expression soured even more. "Still not leaving?"

Nyla could not care less about her embarrassment as she hastily dressed and left without looking back.

Once outside, she checked the room number and realized her mistake—it wasn’t Room 8919, but Room 8916!

She had entered the wrong room and almost slept with her husband’s uncle. The thought made her headache worse. She should have let Valarie take her up. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now.

After Nyla left, Damon dialed a number with a glower on his face. "Delete all surveillance footage from the Empire Skyview Hotel tonight!"

Upon hanging up, he looked at the messy bed and sheets, his irritation growing.

He had almost slept with his nephew’s wife... What a mess!

Chapter 3
On Nyla's way back, she hesitated for a long time before finally messaging Damon, someone whose contact she had had for three years but had never contacted.

Nyla: [Uncle Damon... Can we pretend tonight never happened? I was really drunk and went to the wrong room.]

She waited for a long time, but there was no response from Damon. Frowning, she sent another message.

Nyla: [?]

As soon as she sent it, a red exclamation mark appeared: [You are no longer friends with this user. Please send a friend request to continue chatting.]

Nyla bit her lip. Damon had deleted her. He must not want to bring this up again. Relieved, she finally felt a bit of peace.

…

When Nyla got home, it was already past 6:00 a.m.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Clark sitting on the sofa. He turned sharply at the sound of the door, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night.

"Where were you last night? I called you dozens of times. Why didn’t you answer?"

Clark stood up and walked quickly toward her, reaching out to grab her hand, but she pulled away.

He froze, about to speak, but she spoke first, her tone icy. "You can stay out all night, but I can't?"

Nyla had always been gentle. In their eight years together, they had hardly ever argued. This was the first time she had spoken to him so coldly.

Clark sensed something was wrong and noticed her red, swollen eyes. His expression changed, and his hand clenched at his side. "You know, don't you?"

His voice was calm, without a trace of guilt or panic, as if he had expected this day to come.

Upon seeing his unapologetic demeanor, Nyla's long-suppressed emotions finally exploded. She swung her bag at him, her eyes red with fury, like a madwoman.

All the good times they had shared, all the happy moments, were shattered the moment she saw him in bed with another woman. They could never be pieced together again.

"Clark Sumner, how could you do something so disgusting?! If you didn’t love me anymore, you could have divorced me. Why did you have to hurt me like this?"

Nyla had assumed that no third party could ever come between them. Unfortunately, reality gave her a harsh slap, waking her from the lies he had woven and turning her love for him into a joke.

Seeing her red, tear-filled eyes, Clark felt a pang in his chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. "Nyla, I’m sorry..."

Nyla shoved him away, wanting to laugh but only tears came. "Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!

"Is it that hard to stay faithful?

"Since we got married, I’ve met many excellent men, and some have shown interest in me. But I’ve never crossed the line. If I can do it, why can’t you?!"

Clark clenched his fists when he saw the disappointment and anger in her eyes.

"Nyla, you’re the only one I love… It was just an accident with her…"

His explanation sounded so weak that Nyla found it both laughable and nauseating.

"So you’re saying I could sleep with another man and then tell you it was an accident? That I may have betrayed you physically, but my heart still belongs to you?"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Clark's eyes. "If you dare, I’ll end you and that man together in bed."

Seeing his icy gaze, Nyla felt a chill in her heart. If he knew betrayal was unforgivable, why would he still betray her?

She took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Do you remember what I told you when you proposed?"

She had said that if he ever betrayed her, she would not forgive him but leave him.

Clark’s expression changed. "I will not let you leave!"

Nyla wiped her tears, her expression a mixture of ridicule and hatred. "Whether you agree or not, I’ve made up my mind. I’m divorcing you. You don’t deserve my forgiveness."

With that, she ignored his reaction and went upstairs.

Clark stared at her back, his gaze dark.

…

Back in the bedroom, Nyla went straight to the bathroom to shower, unable to stand the smell of wine on herself. While applying body wash, she noticed red marks on her chest and paused.

The image of Damon’s hands roaming her body flashed through her mind, making her frown. She scrubbed the marks hard until the skin around them turned red, trying to erase his touch.

After her shower, she saw Clark sitting on the bed with his head down, lost in thought. She frowned and decided to ignore him. They would be divorced soon anyway.

Clark looked up and saw Nyla coming out in just a towel. Her damp hair dripped water, her freshly washed face flushed like a blooming rose with an enticing fragrance. The towel barely covered her behinds, revealing her long, fair legs. His breath hitched, his gaze glued on her.

Nyla didn’t notice Clark's reaction. She walked to the wardrobe to grab her pajamas when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind.

"Nyla..." Clark's voice was husky, filled with undisguised desire.

Clark had been thinking about how to win her back downstairs after she left. The only way he could think of was to have a child with her. He had come upstairs to discuss this with her, planning to take it slow. However, he lost control upon seeing her just out of the shower.

In the past, such behavior would have stirred Nyla's feelings, but all she felt now was disgust. She turned and pushed him away, her gaze full of revulsion. "Don’t touch me. I feel dirty."

Hurt flashed in Clark's eyes. He grabbed her hands, his expression earnest. "Didn’t you always want a child? Let’s have one now, okay?"

Nyla shook him off at his matter-of-fact attitude. "That was before. I might have a child in the future, but it won’t be yours."

Her words enraged Clark. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down. "Say that again!"

His eyes were full of anger, but Nyla didn’t care. "It doesn’t matter how many times I say it. I’m disgusted by you. I’d rather die than have your child."

As soon as she finished speaking, Clark kissed her fiercely.

Chapter 4
Nyla froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. Just the thought of Clark kissing another woman the night before filled her with disgust and rage.

"Let go!"

Her struggles were futile against Clark, who only tightened his grip around her waist.

As she fought, her towel loosened, revealing her body. His gaze darkened, and he felt a rush of desire.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Nyla quickly noticed the change in Clark. Furious, she bit him hard, tasting blood in their mouths.

Instead of letting go, Clark's other hand slipped under Nyla's towel. She had nothing on underneath, having just come out of the shower. She stiffened and struggled even more fiercely.

"Clark, get off me!"

Clark ignored Nyla, his fingers teasing her sensitive spots. "Nyla, you need me too, don't you?"

Nyla’s struggles were in vain, and she grew increasingly desperate. As Clark positioned himself, she closed her eyes in despair. "Clark, don't make me hate you."

Clark halted abruptly. Seeing Nyla filled with despair and pain, like a fragile porcelain doll about to shatter, made him pause. He wanted her desperately, but a voice in his head warned that if he took her now, it would be the end of them.

He stared at her, his hand tightening around her waist. After several tense seconds, he suddenly let go and got off the bed, leaving the room quickly.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Nyla flinch. She clutched the blanket tightly.

…

For the next few days, Clark didn't come home.

Nyla called him several times to discuss the divorce, but he didn't respond.

…

The weekend arrived.

Nyla was in the living room, sending out job applications when she heard the front door open. Clark walked in, looking haggard.

They stared at each other in silence until Nyla broke it, closing her laptop and standing up calmly. "Since you're back, let's talk about the divorce."

Clark frowned. "I told you, I won't divorce you. I'm here to remind you that we have to go to the family dinner tonight."

The Sumners held a monthly dinner, and ever since their wedding, Clark and Nyla had attended together. The family wasn't kind to Nyla, often treating her poorly. She endured it because she believed Clark loved her.

After seeing him with another woman, however, she couldn't lie to herself anymore.

"I don't want to go. Go by yourself."

Clark’s expression turned impatient. "Nyla, how long are you going to keep this up?"

He had ignored her calls and messages, hoping she would calm down, but she was still the same.

"I'm not keeping anything up. I just want a divorce."

Upon hearing the word "divorce", Clark's patience wore thin. He looked at Nyla as if she were unreasonable.

"Divorce? You haven't worked since we got married. How will you support yourself? Which company would hire you? And what about your father's exorbitant medical bills? Can you afford those?

"Nyla, you're not a teenager anymore. You're 28. It's time to grow up.

"I'm the CEO of the Sumner Group. I face temptations all the time. Sometimes, it's hard to resist, but those women will never take your place as my wife. What more do you want?"

Clark couldn't understand why Nyla didn't see that he still loved her, even if he couldn't commit to being with her forever.

Seeing Clark’s arrogant demeanor, Nyla couldn't reconcile this man with the shy boy who had once blushed while confessing his love and promising never to hurt her.

Maybe this was his true self—selfish, proud, and condescending.

"If being mature means tolerating your infidelity, then I'm sorry, I can't do that. Find someone else. Here are the divorce papers I've had drafted. Sign them when you have time."

Clark glanced at the documents, sneering when he saw the section on asset division. "Quite the appetite you have, asking for half my assets. Do you really think that's possible?"

"I deserve it. Why not?"

Clark chuckled, his tone mocking. "Look around this house. Did you buy anything here? I've been covering your father's medical expenses for years. If we tally things up, you should be paying me. Should I have my lawyer do the math?"

As Nyla watched his bitter expression, she couldn't believe she had once loved this man. He had hidden his true self so well that, until she caught him cheating, she had thought he was a great guy.

"Don't forget, if it weren't for me giving you that patent, you wouldn't be the Sumner Group's CEO. And you were the one who told me to stay home after we got married. If I had continued my research, I would have earned far more than what you've given me."

Unfazed, Clark replied, "Who would believe you about the patent now?

"I don't want to argue about money, but if you insist on a divorce, we'll have to settle accounts. Nyla, as long as you drop the divorce idea, my money is still yours to use."

"Clark, you're despicable!"

Since he refused to divorce, she'd have to sue. She turned to leave, but he blocked her. "Change your clothes. We're going to the family dinner."

"I said I'm not going. Tell them I'm not feeling well."

Clark grabbed her wrist. "Nyla, I'm running out of patience. Don't force me to cut off your father's medical expenses."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Clark took out his phone and called his secretary. "Cancel my father-in-law's medical payment for next month—"

Furious, Nyla grabbed his phone and ended the call. "You're crossing a line, Clark."

"Crossing a line?" Clark's gaze was full of contempt as he yanked her closer. "Everything you have is because of me. Don't you think you're the one crossing the line? Change your clothes, or I have numerous ways to make you comply."

Chapter 5
Seeing the coldness in Clark's eyes, Nyla realized how blind she had been to fall in love with such a man.

Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she refused to show any vulnerability in front of him. She yanked her hand away, took a deep breath, and headed upstairs. The only thought in her mind was to find a job quickly so she could move out and divorce Clark.

She grabbed a random outfit, tied her hair up with a hairpin, and went back downstairs. She was never one to fuss over her appearance. In the past, she had dressed up for the Sumners' gatherings to make a good impression. Now, she couldn't care less.

Hearing her footsteps, Clark looked up.

Nyla wore a fitted white dress, her waist so slender it seemed it could be encircled with one hand. Her hair was secured with a jade hairpin, revealing her delicate neck. She was breathtakingly beautiful. The grace she exuded was just like when they first met. However, the look in her eyes now was devoid of any warmth.

"Let’s go," she said.

They drove to the Sumner residence in silence.

As they arrived and were about to get out of the car, a black Range Rover sped up and stopped abruptly in front of them.

Upon recognizing the car, Clark's expression darkened. It was Damon's car, someone he both feared and disliked.

Damon was known for his reckless and unpredictable behavior. He had refused to take over the Sumner Group when Richard wanted him to run the company, choosing to start his own business instead.

Everyone had expected him to fail, but within five years, his company had grown to be worth several times more than the Sumner Group.

Clark couldn't stand Damon, partly out of jealousy. Once, a comment Clark made about Damon reached Damon's ears, and in retaliation, Damon refused to collaborate with the Sumner Group, costing them millions.

Damon rarely attended family dinners, and Clark had hoped to avoid him.

Luck wasn’t on his side today—they met at the door.

He didn’t notice Nyla’s stiffened expression when she saw Damon get out of his car.

Clark opened the car door and greeted, "Uncle Damon."

Damon glanced at him indifferently, his gaze briefly landing on the passenger seat before he nodded and walked into the house.

Nyla let out a deep breath. When Damon looked her way, she had forgotten to breathe, fearing he might say something outrageous. He was known for his unpredictable nature, always doing whatever he pleased. Fortunately, he said nothing.

She decided she needed to talk to him privately later.

As Clark and Nyla walked into the living room, they saw it was already filled with people. Richard and Marie, the family heads, were chatting with Damon. He was the kind of person who naturally stood out in a crowd.

Noticing Nyla’s gaze on Damon, Clark frowned. "Why are you staring at my uncle?"

Nyla withdrew her gaze and replied coolly, "None of your business."

Her coldness irritated Clark. "Nyla, you know I don’t like you paying attention to other men."

Ever since they got together, Clark had been extremely controlling, not allowing Nyla to interact with other men. She used to think this was a sign of his love, but now it seemed laughable.

She sneered. "And I don’t like you sleeping with other women, but you seem to enjoy it just fine."

Clark said through gritted teeth, "This is a family dinner. We’ll deal with this later."

"If you don’t want me to bring it up, then stay out of my business," she retorted.

Clark didn’t want to cause a scene now because it might affect the Sumner Group and his standing with Richard, who still held all the company’s shares.

As they talked, Marie called out, "Nyla, Clark, you’re here! Come sit down!"

Nyla took a deep breath, forcing a smile as she approached. She might not like the Sumners, but she maintained basic manners.

"Hello, Grandpa, Grandma," she greeted with a smile.

Marie, who had been urging Damon to settle down and get married, looked pleased to see the couple. "Come, sit down."

She turned to Damon with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Look at Clark. He manages the company well and has a beautiful wife. They might have children soon. And you? Almost 30 and still single. If you don’t bring a girlfriend next time, don’t bother coming!"

Damon glanced at the couple with a smirk. "She is indeed beautiful."

He just wondered how that petite frame would suffer if she were to have children.

Nyla frowned, feeling uncomfortable with Damon’s gaze.

Clark also noticed the inappropriate way Damon looked at Nyla. It wasn’t the look of an elder but more like a man admiring a woman. His hand clenched into a fist, and his body tensed.

Marie sighed. "My point is, when will you bring me a daughter-in-law?"

"Depends. If I meet someone I like, maybe I’ll bring her back tomorrow," Damon replied nonchalantly.

"You’re too picky! I’ve arranged a good match for you. Date's tomorrow, don’t ruin it."

"Then you’ll probably have to apologize to another old friend tomorrow."

Frustrated, Marie snapped, “You’re going to drive me crazy!”

Damon glanced at Clark. “Clark's been married for years. Instead of pushing me, why don’t you encourage him to have kids?”

Marie nodded, realizing Damon wouldn’t listen to her. She turned to Nyla and Clark, her expression softening. “Nyla, you and Clark have been married for a few years now. When are you planning to have children?”

Chapter 6
Nyla lifted her head to speak, but Clark grabbed her hand and smiled. "Grandma, we're working on it!"

Nyla tried to pull her hand away, but Clark's grip was too tight.

If he wouldn't let her be, she wouldn't make it easy for him either. She turned to Marie. "Grandma, I'm looking for a job right now, so having children might have to wait."

The room fell silent.

Clark's grip on Nyla's hand tightened painfully, and she winced.

Damon glanced at Clark's hand on Nyla, noticing the bulging veins, then looked away indifferently.

Clark’s aunt, Anne Sumner, sneered. "Nyla, don't blame me for being blunt. You've been married for years. How can you not have a child yet? If it weren't for Clark insisting on marrying you, do you think your family could have ever married into the Sumners?

"You should be grateful. If you don't want to have Clark's child, there are plenty of women who do. If someone else steps in, you’ll be the one looking silly."

Besides, Anne thought, "Who knows if Nyla is fertile?"

She sounded like she meant well, but her gaze at Nyla was filled with an air of superiority.

Marie frowned at Anne, disapproving. "Anne, enough."

Anne pursed her lips but stayed silent.

Marie turned back to Nyla with a kind smile. "Nyla, you and Clark are still young. If you don't want children yet, that's fine. Just don't overwork yourself. Our family isn't short on money. You can work if you want, but take it easy."

Nyla nodded. "I understand, Grandma."

With that, the awkward moment passed, and the room returned to its previous warmth.

Seeing the attention shift away, Clark pulled Nyla out of the living room. Once they reached the gazebo in the backyard, he released her. "Nyla, have you lost your mind? Do you want everyone to know about our fight?"

Nyla rubbed her sore hand and said, "I was just being honest."

"Honest?" Clark scowled. "Should I call your father then?"

Harrison Jayston was ill and couldn't handle stress. Nyla planned to divorce Clark before breaking the news to him gently.

She glared at Clark. "You wouldn’t dare! You were the one who cheated. What right do you have to be so self-righteous?"

Clark clenched his hands, a flicker of guilt crossing his face before it was replaced by impatience. "I promised it wouldn’t happen again. If you don't want to see Jordyn, I'll fire her. What more do you want?"

Nyla felt like there was a communication breakdown between them and turned away. "I don't want to argue with you here."

When Clark saw her red-rimmed eyes, he softened. "Nyla, I truly know I was wrong. Just don't mention divorce, and I'll make it up to you. I love you. I can't let you go."

Nyla found it laughable. How could he claim to love her while being with another woman? Just thinking about him with someone else made her sick.

"I will never forgive you."

Betrayal was her bottom line. She couldn’t pretend nothing had happened or reconcile with him.

Clark knew Nyla well enough to understand that he had to be patient. He believed she still had feelings for him. Otherwise, she would have made a bigger scene when she found out. As long as he refused to divorce her, she would eventually forgive him.

"Fine, we won't talk about it now. If you don't want kids yet, we’ll postpone it to two years later. Since you want to work, I'll have my secretary find you a position at the Sumner Group."

Nyla laughed at his arrangement, a mocking look in her eyes. "Clark, do you see me as a puppet you can control?"

Hurt by her gaze, Clark frowned. "How am I controlling you? You don't want kids now, so I agreed to wait two years. You want to work, so I'll arrange it. What more do you want?"

"Stop pretending. I don't want kids because I want a divorce. I want to work to sever ties with you."

Clark looked at Nyla's stubborn face, displeased. Since their wedding, she had been like a canary in his cage. He couldn't let her go.

"As long as I don't agree, this marriage won't end. Even if you tell a lawyer I cheated, do you have proof?"

Clark's confident tone and controlling demeanor made Nyla step back, trembling with anger. She finally saw how selfish and disgusting he was. She had wasted eight years—the best years of her life, from 18 to 26—loving this man.

"You make me sick, Clark!"

Seeing the undisguised disgust in Nyla's eyes, Clar

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