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.

…

the next few days, Clark

several times to discuss the divorce,

…

The weekend arrived.

sending out job applications when she heard the front door open. Clark

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

told you, I won’t divorce you. I’m here to

their wedding, Clark and Nyla had attended together. The family wasn’t kind to Nyla, often treating her poorly. She endured

another woman, however, she couldn’t lie to herself

to go.

long are you going to

hoping she would

anything up.

hearing the word “divorce”, Clark’s patience wore thin. He looked at Nyla as

will you support yourself? Which company would

a teenager anymore. You’re 28.

Sometimes, it’s hard to resist, but those women

loved her, even if he couldn’t commit to

shy boy who had once blushed while confessing his love and promising never to

this was his true self—selfish, proud, and

I can’t do that. Find someone else. Here

section on asset division. “Quite the appetite you have, asking for half my assets. Do you

deserve it. Why

this house. Did you buy anything here? I’ve been covering your father’s medical expenses for years. If we tally things up, you