All Chapters of Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!: Chapter 821 - Chapter 830

With a final scornful look, Nathaniel strode away.Rebecca stared at his back, her eyes burning with hatred. He despised her, but she felt no less resentment toward him.Every day she endured his torment, desperate to escape this life. If she could go back, she'd never have let Nathaniel into her life.When Nathaniel returned to his study, he immediately called Damon to recount everything Rebecca had just told him."Sounds like Drake might not have any ill intentions toward Nyla," he ventured.Damon tapped rhythmically on his desk, his eyes cast down. "Thanks, but this doesn't really add up to what I need."Nathaniel knew Rebecca's vague answers were hardly useful, so he said, "I wasn't planning to get anything out of this. I'll get Rebecca to reach out to Drake again, see if we can dig deeper. Then we'll talk.""Sure," Damon answered.Damon hung up and set his phone down, a cold glint in his eyes. He only wanted peace with Nyla, yet trouble seemed to find them again and again.

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd stay up a bit longer," Phoebe replied."Mm. What did you want to talk to me about?" Valarie asked.Phoebe handed her a bank card, sighing. "You know how things are with your father's business. We don't know how much longer it'll hold out."Your dad and I have been saving this money for you since you were born. Originally, it was meant for your wedding, but we've decided it's better to give it to you now."Valarie's smile faded as she looked at the card, hesitant to take it. "Mom, I can't take this.""Take it," Phoebe urged. "Think of it as your wedding gift from us. There might not be anything left for you later."Valarie shook her head. "I really don't need it, Mom. You should give it to Dad to help with the business instead—"Phoebe interrupted, "This isn't enough to save the company. And it's been saved under your name since you were born. Your dad and I have been adding to the account every year. Even if we go bankrupt, no one can touch it

"Mrs. Updike, do I look like an idiot to you? Or are you just not thinking straight?" Valarie asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.Monica's expression stiffened in response."Then what do you want?" Monica demanded, her voice cold.Valarie raised her eyebrows and said firmly, "Even if they're sent abroad, they could always come back. What I want is to sever ties completely."Monica's face hardened. "Valarie, you're still just a young woman. Don't be so ruthless. Zayn's mistress may be at fault, but the child is innocent. I can't believe you'd suggest something so extreme!"Her gaze carried a note of disappointment, as though Valarie's words reflected poorly on her character.Once, that look might have affected Valarie, but now Monica was no more than the mother of the defendant—a near stranger to her."Whatever ruthlessness I have pales in comparison to yours, Mrs. Updike. After all, you managed to raise a rapist," Valarie retorted."What did you just say?!" Monica shot up fr

All these years they had been married, it had always been Anthony who gave in to Monica. She was accustomed to having her way with him, so it was unlikely she would hold her temper now.What she could not tolerate most was Anthony hitting her in front of a maid.Silence settled between them.Anthony regarded Monica with tired eyes, devoid of the affection that once filled them.Monica's heart pounded as she realized he might actually be serious."You—" she began, her voice faltering.He cut her off, "Fine. If you want a divorce, we'll divorce."She stared at him, stunned. She had only intended the comment as a threat, never imagining he would actually agree.As the shock wore off, it gave way to rage. Not only was he not apologizing for hitting her, but he was also so brazen about it."Fine! But don't you dare regret it!" She spun around, anger burning within her, and stormed back to her car.Watching her drive away, Anthony remained silent. He turned to the maid at the door

Valarie smirked. "I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."Anthony stepped aside with a nod, and Valarie got back into her car, driving off.She had originally planned to meet Nyla, but changed her mind and headed straight for the Genge residence instead.When she arrived, a maid greeted her, "Ms. Weir, Mr. Genge is waiting for you in the living room."Valarie snickered. Tom had known all along she would come.Entering the living room, she found Tom lounging on the sofa with a smile. She mirrored his expression and sat across from him."Tom, didn't I tell you I want nothing to do with you and don't want to see you again?" Valarie asked.Although she was smiling, her gaze was icy, filled with disdain.Tom was unfazed by her attitude. Calmly, he poured her a cup of coffee. "I can't stand seeing anyone bully you, so I did something about it. How is that wrong?"Valarie took the cup he handed her and promptly poured its contents into the trash bin beside her."I do