Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

On Nyla's way back, she hesitated for a long time before finally messaging Damon, someone whose contact she had had for three years but had never contacted. Nyla: [Uncle Damon... Can we pretend tonight never happened? I was really drunk and went to the wrong room.]

She waited for a long time, but there was no response from Damon. Frowning, she sent another message.

Nyla: [?]

As soon as she sent it, a red exclamation mark appeared: [You are no longer friends with this user. Please send a friend request to continue chatting.] Nyla bit her lip. Damon had deleted her. He must not want to bring this up again. Relieved, she finally felt a bit of peace.

When Nyla got home, it was already past 6:00 a.m.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Clark sitting on the sofa. He turned sharply at the sound of the door, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night. "Where were you last night? I called you dozens of times. Why didn't you answer?"

Clark stood up and walked quickly toward her, reaching out to grab her hand, but she pulled away.

He froze, about to speak, but she spoke first, her tone icy. "You can stay out all night, but I can't?"

Nyla had always been gentle. In their eight years together, they had hardly ever argued. This was the first time she had spoken to him so coldly.

Clark sensed something was wrong and noticed her red, swollen eyes. His expression changed, and his hand clenched at his side. "You know, don't you?"

His voice was calm, without a trace of guilt or panic, as if he had expected this day to come.

She swung her bag at him, her eyes

the good times they had shared, all the happy moments, were shattered the moment she saw him in bed with another woman. They could

Sumner, how could you do something so disgusting?! If you didn't love me anymore, you could have divorced me. Why did you have to hurt me

gave her a harsh slap, waking her from the lies he had woven and turning her love for him into a joke. Seeing her red, tear-filled eyes, Clark felt

to laugh but only tears came. "Don't touch

hard

married, I've met many excellent men, and some have shown interest in me. But I've never crossed the line. If I can do it, why can't

saw the disappointment and anger

you're the only one I love... It was just an accident with

Nyla found it both laughable and

another man and then tell you it was an accident? That I may have

crossed Clark's eyes. "If you dare,

icy gaze, Nyla felt a chill in her heart. If he knew betrayal was unforgivable, why would he

slowly. "Do you remember what I told you when

betrayed her, she would not forgive him but leave

expression changed. "I will

I've made up my mind. I'm divorcing you. You don't deserve my forgiveness." With that,

at her back, his gaze

in the bedroom, Nyla went straight to the bathroom to shower, unable to stand the smell of alcohol on herself. While applying body wash, she noticed red marks on her chest and paused. The image of Damon's hands roaming her body flashed through her mind, making her frown. She scrubbed the marks hard until the skin around them turned red, trying to erase his touch.