Chasing the Unexpected (Nyla)

Chapter 4

Nyla froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. Just the thought of Clark kissing another woman the night before filled her with disgust and rage.

“Let go!”

Her struggles were futile against Clark, who only tightened his grip around her waist.

As she fought, her towel loosened, revealing her body. His gaze darkened, and he felt a rush of desire.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Nyla quickly noticed the change in Clark. Furious, she bit him hard, tasting blood in their mouths.

Instead of letting go, Clark’s other hand slipped under Nyla’s towel. She had nothing on underneath, having just come out of the shower. She stiffened and struggled even more fiercely.

“Clark, get off me!”

Clark ignored Nyla, his fingers teasing her sensitive spots. “Nyla, you need me too, don’t you?”

Nyla’s struggles were in vain, and she grew increasingly desperate. As Clark positioned himself, she closed her eyes in despair. “Clark, don’t make me hate you.”

Clark halted abruptly. Seeing Nyla filled with despair and pain, like a fragile porcelain doll about to shatter, made him pause. He wanted her desperately, but a voice in his head warned that if he took her now, it would be the end of them.

He stared at her, his hand tightening around her waist. After several tense seconds, he suddenly let go and got off the bed, leaving the room quickly.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Nyla flinch. She clutched the blanket tightly.

…

days, Clark didn’t

times to discuss the divorce,

…

The weekend arrived.

out job applications when

each other in silence until Nyla broke it, closing her laptop and standing up calmly. “Since you’re back, let’s talk about

you. I’m here to remind you that

since their wedding, Clark and Nyla had attended together. The

another woman, however, she

want to

turned impatient. “Nyla, how long are you going to

calls and messages, hoping she would calm down, but she was still

anything up.

thin. He looked

married. How will you support yourself? Which company would hire you? And what

anymore. You’re 28. It’s time to grow

time. Sometimes, it’s hard to resist, but those women will never take your place

loved her, even if

reconcile this man with the shy boy who had once blushed while confessing his love

his true self—selfish, proud, and

mature means tolerating your infidelity, then I’m sorry, I can’t do that. Find someone else. Here are the divorce papers I’ve had drafted. Sign them

division. “Quite the appetite you have, asking for half

deserve it.

your father’s medical expenses for years. If we tally things up, you should be paying me. Should I have