Chasing the Unexpected (Nyla)

Chapter 6

Nyla lifted her head to speak, but Clark grabbed her hand and smiled. “Grandma, we’re working on it!”

Nyla tried to pull her hand away, but Clark’s grip was too tight.

If he wouldn’t let her be, she wouldn’t make it easy for him either. She turned to Marie. “Grandma, I’m looking for a job right now, so having children might have to wait.”

The room fell silent.

Clark’s grip on Nyla’s hand tightened painfully, and she winced.

Damon glanced at Clark’s hand on Nyla, noticing the bulging veins, then looked away indifferently.

Clark’s aunt, Anne Sumner, sneered. “Nyla, don’t blame me for being blunt. You’ve been married for years. How can you not have a child yet? If it weren’t for Clark insisting on marrying you, do you think your family could have ever married into the Sumners?

“You should be grateful. If you don’t want to have Clark’s child, there are plenty of women who do. If someone else steps in, you’ll be the one looking foolish.”

Besides, Anne thought, “Who knows if Nyla is fertile?”

She sounded like she meant well, but her gaze at Nyla was filled with an air of superiority.

Marie frowned at Anne, disapproving. “Anne, enough.”

Anne pursed her lips but stayed silent.

turned back to Nyla with a kind smile. “Nyla, you and Clark are still young. If you don’t want children yet, that’s fine. Just don’t overwork yourself. Our family isn’t short on money. You can work if

“I understand,

awkward moment passed, and the room

out of the living room. Once they reached the gazebo in the backyard, he released her. “Nyla, have you lost your

hand and said,

Clark scowled. “Should I

was ill and couldn’t handle stress. Nyla planned to divorce

wouldn’t dare! You were the one who cheated. What

promised it wouldn’t happen again. If you don’t want to see Jordyn, I’ll

between them and turned away. “I

I truly know I was wrong. Just don’t mention divorce, and I’ll make it up to you. I love you. I can’t let

could he claim to love her while being

will never forgive

couldn’t pretend nothing had

had feelings for him. Otherwise, she would have made a bigger

talk about it now. If you don’t want kids yet, we’ll postpone it to two years later. Since you want to work,

his arrangement, a mocking look in her eyes. “Clark, do you see me as a puppet you can

you? You don’t want kids now, so I agreed to wait two years. You want to work, so I’ll arrange it. What

because I want a divorce. I want to work

she had been like a

as I don’t agree, this marriage won’t end. Even if you

step back, trembling with anger. She finally saw how selfish and disgusting he was. She had wasted eight years—the best years of her life, from 18 to 26—loving this