Chasing the Unexpected (Nyla)

Chapter 1

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 cleavage 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.

up his phone with the other, showing him the screen. “Explain

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

can

icy. “I didn’t know my secretary started

Jordyn’s panicked voice came through. “M-Mr. Sumner, I’m sorry.

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

cleared up. She wasn’t in the mood anymore

pressure her. “Alright, you sleep first. I’m not tired yet, so

“Okay.”

…

raining heavily in the

feel the cold space beside her. She

Clark was

and went to the study, but it was dark

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

boomed outside, startling her into accidentally

Because your husband

of the thunder and

to know

messages and the boastful tone, her hands trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, another text came in with an address and a

her lip, grabbed her car keys,

the time she reached the

entered the code, and the door

bedroom door, a man’s

red nightgown at the bedroom door, Nyla felt a sense