Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Jordyn's sobs stopped abruptly, her eyes filled with grievance. "Clark, my feelings for you are genuine."

The thought of her scheming made Clark feel a surge of disgust. "What's your 'genuine feelings' worth?"

He pulled out a bank card and tossed it on the table, his expression cold. "There's 300,000 dollars on this card. Take the money and get an abortion. Otherwise, I'll have my bodyguards drag you to the hospital. You know what to choose."

Jordyn hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the card with trembling hands and ran out of the restaurant

in tears.

Clark called his bodyguards to make sure they followed her to the hospital, then hung up in frustration. Upon seeing the photo of Nyla on his screen saver, his expression softened. Without much hesitation, he called her.

It rang for a long time before she answered.

"What do you want?"

Nyla's cold tone was like a bucket of ice water, instantly cooling

Clark's previously warm heart from thinking of her. He clenched his phone tightly, trying to hide his disappointment. "Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice. Have you eaten?"

Nyla's eyes flashed with sarcasm, Clark was with Jordyn and still had time to think about her-he really was a multitasking master.

"I'm eating now. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up.

There was a brief silence on the other end before Clark's deep voice came through. "Okay. I won't work late tonight. Let's have dinner together when I get home."

The only response Clark got was the sound of the call ending

In the private room.

Valarie spoke angrily after Nyla put down her phone, "He's such a scumbag! Eating with his mistress while calling to ask about you!"

She used to think Clark was one of a kind and believed he would make Nyla happy.

Nyla picked up the menu, her eyes downcast. "Let's not talk about him. It'll ruin my appetite. Let's order,"

Seeing Nyla try to stay composed, Valarie felt a pang of sympathy. She knew that when it came to matters of the heart, only time could heal. No amount of words from others would help.

Luckily, Nyla was clear-headed and had no plans to forgive Clark.

After ordering, they chatted casually.

Suddenly, Valarie remembered something. "By the way, I heard Prospectus Technology is planning to invest in Park Pharmaceuticals. If I remember correctly, Prospectus Technology's CEO, Damon Summer, is

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Nyla paused at Damon's name, gripping her glass a bit tighter as she recalled the heat of his breath on her ear that night. The invasive feeling still made her shudder. She forced the memory away and replied w

a hum.

"Do you want to consider applying to a different company? It'd be awkward to see the Summers if you divorce Clark."

Nyla shook her head, setting down her glass. "Even if I join Park Pharmaceuticals, I'll just be a regular pharmacist. He wouldn't notice me. Besides, Clark and his uncle aren't close."

Moreover, Clark was the one who had cheated. If anyone should avoid awkwardness, it should be the

Sumners, not her.

"Since they aren't close, can you ask his uncle for help with the divorce?"

"Even if they don't get along, they're still both Sumners. Do you think he'd help me?"

"Good point..." Valarie sighed, looking disappointed.

Nyla couldn't help but chuckle. "Divorce isn't something that can be rushed. Right now, my priority is finding a job and moving out. The rest will follow."

"Alright, I'll take the afternoon off to help you look for a place."

"No need. I can handle it."

Valarie nodded reluctantly. "Fine, but call me if you need anything. Move on a weekend, and I'll come help

"Don't worry. I won't hesitate to ask when I need you."

After lunch, they parted ways at the restaurant entrance.

Nyla contacted several agents and looked at a few places, preferring a one-bedroom apartment that was over 60 square meters. She liked the decor and location, but the rent was steep. Considering her dwindling bank balance, she decided on a cheaper apartment farther from downtown. Despite that, she chose to wait for the interview results from Park Pharmaceuticals before signing the

lease.

It was past 6:00 p.m. when Nyla returned to the villa.

Clark was sitting in the living room. Hearing the door, he looked up and was momentarily stunned.

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Nyla wore a light green dress with her hair in a high ponytail, revealing her slender, fair neck. She looked put together and lively with a hint of playfulness.

Since their wedding, she had to attend events with him and adhere to the standards of a wealthy wife even at home. Once, Clark's mother visited and criticized her for wearing casual clothes and a bun at home Clark had to admit that this lively version of Nyla was far more attractive and captivating than the version restrained by the Sumners' rules. Yet, alongside his attraction, a sense of unease crept in, as if she coul

leave him at any moment.

"Where did you go today? Patricia said you left right after breakfast."

Nyla changed her shoes as she responded. "I went job hunting"

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frowned at him. "This is nty business. I don't want you involved."

If he intervened, it would be no different from being under his watchful eye at the Sumner Group.

Seeing the resistance in her eyes, Clark felt hurt. "Nyla, I just want to help."

"Thanks, but no thanks." She walked past him, heading upstairs.

As she passed the sofa, Clark grabbed her wrist.

her

In the next second, a bouquet appeared in front of her. It was the same Juliet roses he had given when he confessed his love. The flower symbolized a protective, pure, sincere, selfless, and everlasting love. Si Now, seeing the fresh roses, Nyla felt nothing but irony. Her marriage with Clark, tainted by his infidelity. no longer deserved words like "sincere" and "everlasting".

Upon seeing her silence, Clark's voice softened. "I passed by a florist today and thought of getting you some flowers."

Nyla pulled her hand away, looking him in the eye. Her gaze held nothing but disgust, impatience, and coldness-no trace of love remained. "No need. I never liked these flowers,"