Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

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. She stopped him with one hand on his chest and held up his phone with the other, showing him the screen. "Explain this first."

Clark glanced at the screen and immediately frowned, grabbing the phone to make a call. It was quickly answered.

Sumner, what can

icy. "I didn't know my secretary started soliciting

Sumner, I'm sorry. That message was meant for my boyfriend. I must have sent it

by mistake. If you're still upset, I'll fire her tomorrow.

cleared up. She wasn't in

you sleep first. I'm not tired yet, so I'll go to the study

heavily in the middle of the

reached out only to feel the cold space

whether Clark was still

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

was a text from a stranger, she had

boomed outside, startling

Because your

scared because of the thunder and power

to know where

trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, another text came in with

grabbed her car keys,

reached the villa,

the code, and the door

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