Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

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.

can I do

"I didn't know my secretary started soliciting

of silence before Jordyn's panicked voice came through. "M-Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry. That message

mistake. If you're still upset, I'll fire her tomorrow. It's late now, so let's not waste time on someone unworthy. We haven't seen each other in a week. You need to make it up to me

but her mood was ruined despite the issue being cleared up. She wasn't in the mood anymore

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

in the middle of the

out only to feel the cold space beside her. She glanced at the

wondered whether Clark

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

in the quiet night. Seeing that it was a text from a stranger, she had a gut feeling that reading it would mean no

outside, startling her into

Because your husband

and power outage, and he came

want to know

boastful tone, her hands trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, another text

lip, grabbed her car keys, and drove straight

the villa, it was past 4:00

the code, and the door