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.

held up his phone

grabbing the phone to make a call. It was

Sumner, what can I

and his voice turned icy. “I didn’t know my secretary

a moment of silence before Jordyn’s panicked voice came through. “M-Mr. Sumner, I’m sorry. That message was meant for

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

Nyla in for a kiss, but her mood was ruined despite the issue being cleared up.

“Alright, you sleep first. I’m not tired yet, so I’ll go to the

“Okay.”

…

started raining heavily in

out only to feel the cold space beside her. She glanced at

Clark was still

a robe, and went to the study, but it was dark and empty. Her grip

from a stranger, she had a gut feeling that

outside, startling her

Because your husband

scared because of the thunder and power outage, and he came to comfort

want to know where

trembled uncontrollably. After a

grabbed her car keys, and drove

time she reached the villa, it was

entered the code,

entrance to the bedroom door, a man’s suit and a woman’s lingerie were strewn about, revealing

red nightgown at the bedroom door, Nyla felt a