Chapter 3

On Nyla’s way back, she hesitated for a long time before finally messaging Damon, someone whose contact she had had for three years but had never contacted.

Nyla: [Uncle Damon… Can we pretend tonight never happened? I was really drunk and went to the wrong room.]

She waited for a long time, but there was no response from Damon. Frowning, she sent another message.

Nyla: [?]

As soon as she sent it, a red exclamation mark appeared: [You are no longer friends with this user. Please send a friend request to continue chatting.]

Nyla bit her lip. Damon had deleted her. He must not want to bring this up again. Relieved, she finally felt a bit of peace.

When Nyla got home, it was already past 6:00 a.m.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Clark sitting on the sofa. He turned sharply at the sound of the door, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night.

“Where were you last night? I called you dozens of times. Why didn’t you answer?”

Clark stood up and walked quickly toward her, reaching out to grab her hand, but she pulled away.

He froze, about to speak, but she spoke first, her tone icy. “You can stay out all night, but I can’t?”

Nyla had always been gentle. In their eight years together, they had hardly ever argued. This was the first time she had spoken to him so coldly.

sensed something was wrong and noticed her red, swollen eyes. His expression changed, and his hand clenched

trace of guilt or panic,

exploded. She swung her bag at him, her eyes

moment she saw him in bed with another woman. They could

love me anymore, you could have divorced me. Why did you have to hurt

between them. Unfortunately, reality gave her a harsh slap, waking her from the lies he had

pang in his chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Nyla, I’m

wanting to laugh but only tears came. “Don’t

it that hard to

married, I’ve met many excellent men, and some have shown interest in

when he saw the disappointment and

one I love…

sounded so weak that Nyla found it both laughable

and then tell you it was an accident? That I may have betrayed you

you dare, I’ll

a chill in her heart. If he knew betrayal

slowly. “Do you remember what I

ever betrayed her, she would not forgive him but

will not let

and hatred. “Whether you agree or not,

that, she ignored his

at her

straight to the bathroom to shower, unable to stand the smell of alcohol

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