All Chapters of My Ex’s Uncle Is Obsessed With Me After Divorce: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After speaking, Nyla swiped her card directly and entered the gate, locking the crazy Clark outside.Nyla had just swiped her card to enter her apartment. Before she could even change her shoes, a strong force yanked her from behind.Clark squeezed into the hallway. He slammed the door shut with his backhand. His face was iron-blue as he pressed Nyla against the wall of the entryway."Nyla, what exactly are you making a fuss about?"Clark suppressed his anger. His hands pinned the wall on either side of her head, trapping her."Mom just said a few words to you, and you went to find Damon to back you up? Jordyn is pregnant with the Summer family's child. That is a fact. You don't have a child. That is also a fact. Mom was considering the family's future. Can't you endure it just a little bit? Do you have to make everyone unhappy at this critical moment?"Nyla looked at the man in front of her. His face was twisted with self-righteousness. She felt like she was looking at a monster that

Nyla tightly held Valarie's hand. Her friend's fingers were cold and trembling slightly."Maybe there is a misunderstanding," Nyla whispered, trying to offer comfort. "Don't be too sad yet."Valarie forced a smile. It was pale and fragile. "I know."She took a deep breath. Before Tom appeared, she would not believe this woman's words. She needed him to admit it to her face.However, the person who pushed the glass door open was not Tom.It was Fred, Tom's chief secretary.Fred was covered in sweat. He was carrying several luxury shopping bags that Jacqueline had casually thrown aside earlier. He didn't even look clearly at who was standing nearby. He rushed straight to the woman in the red dress."Miss Jacqueline," Fred said, his tone respectful and full of fawning. "I am so sorry to keep you waiting. Tom is currently in a video conference with the board of directors. He really couldn't get away. He specially sent me over to pay for this suit for you and drive you back.""In a meeting?

Nyla swiped through the photos on her phone screen, one by one. Her face was expressionless, like a mask carved from ice.The high-definition images left nothing to the imagination.In the dimly lit car, Clark was impatiently undoing the buttons of Jordyn’s dress. Jordyn’s head was thrown back, her red lips slightly parted in ecstasy. One photo clearly captured their overlapping silhouettes reflected in the car window, and Clark’s hand reaching deep under her skirt, exploring aggressively.The final photo was the sharpest.Jordyn was leaning back in Clark’s arms. Clark had his head lowered, kissing her exposed pregnant belly. His eyes held a tenderness that Nyla hadn't seen directed at her in years.Every photo was like a resounding slap, hitting the face of the Nyla from the past—the Nyla who had loved Clark deeply.The feeling of a knife twisting in her heart was still there, but this sharp pain brought an unprecedented clarity.The silly woman who used to wash her hands to make sou

After a full week of "rest" to let the swelling on her face subside, Lucia finally returned to work at Park Pharmaceuticals.She wore heavy foundation to cover the faint bruises that still lingered on her cheeks, and she held her head high, trying to regain her former arrogance. But the moment she stepped through the revolving glass doors, she felt the atmosphere was wrong.It was suffocating.Colleagues who usually greeted her with smiles now lowered their heads and walked past her quickly, as if she carried some highly contagious, deadly virus.Lucia frowned, her heart sinking with confusion. She walked towards the R&D department.The usually bustling office area suddenly fell silent the moment she appeared. People who were chatting in groups stopped mid-sentence. They exchanged looks, then scattered, casting strange, guarded glances at her from the corners of their eyes.This feeling of being treated as an "invisible person" or a "plague" was far more humiliating than being shouted

But that fleeting moment of emotion vanished as quickly as it had appeared.Nyla looked at Clark’s large, warm hands wrapped around the infusion tube.In her mind, the image of those same hands caressing Jordyn’s thigh in the car and undoing the buttons of her dress on a hotel bed flashed vividly.A wave of nausea roiled in her stomach. The disgust instantly overwhelmed the remnant of old affection.She yanked her hand back violently. The movement was so rough that it tugged the IV needle, causing bright red blood to flow back into the clear plastic tube."Clark, stop acting."Nyla’s voice turned cold. The momentary confusion in her eyes was gone, replaced by sober loathing."The smell of your perfume gives me a headache."Clark’s hand froze in mid-air. A flash of embarrassment crossed his face, but he quickly covered it up. He assumed a posture of tolerance, as if he were the one being wronged but was graciously forgiving her."Nyla, I know you are still angry, so everything I do look