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.

swung her

the moment she saw him in bed with

If you didn't love me anymore, you

her from the lies he had woven and turning her love for him into a joke. Seeing her red, tear-filled eyes,

only tears came. "Don't

it that hard to stay

married, I've met many excellent men, and some have shown interest in me. But I've never

fists when he saw the disappointment

I love... It was just

explanation sounded so weak that Nyla found it

it was an

of ruthlessness crossed Clark's eyes. "If you dare,

Nyla felt a chill in her heart. If

and spoke slowly. "Do

ever betrayed her,

will

or not, I've made up my mind. I'm divorcing you. You don't deserve

stared at her back, his gaze

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. After her shower, she saw Clark sitting on the bed with his head down, lost in thought. She frowned and decided to ignore him. They would be