Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Nyla froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. Just the thought of Clark kissing another woman the night before filled her with disgust and rage. "Let go!"

Her struggles were futile against Clark, who only tightened his grip around her waist.

As she fought, her towel loosened, revealing her body. His gaze darkened, and he felt a rush of desire.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Nyla quickly noticed the change in Clark. Furious, she bit him hard, tasting blood in their mouths.

Instead of letting go, Clark's other hand slipped under Nyla's towel. She had nothing on underneath, having just come out of the shower. She stiffened and struggled even more fiercely. "Clark, get off me!"

Clark ignored Nyla, his fingers teasing her sensitive spots. "Nyla, you need me too, don't you?"

Nyla's struggles were in vain, and she grew increasingly desperate. As Clark positioned himself, she closed her eyes in despair. "Clark, don't make me hate you."

Clark halted abruptly. Seeing Nyla filled with despair and pain, like a fragile porcelain doll about to shatter, made him pause. He wanted her desperately, but a voice in his head warned that if he took her now, it would be the end of them.

He stared at her, his hand tightening around her waist. After several tense seconds, he suddenly let go and got off the bed, leaving the room quickly.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Nyla flinch. She clutched the blanket tightly.

...

For the next few days, Clark didn't come home.

called him several times to discuss the divorce, but he didn't

...

The weekend arrived.

the living room, sending out job applications when she heard the front door

each other in silence until Nyla broke it, closing her laptop and standing up calmly. "Since you're

here to remind you that

and ever since their wedding, Clark and Nyla had attended together. The family wasn't kind to Nyla, often treating her poorly. She

woman, however, she couldn't lie to herself

to go. Go by

impatient. "Nyla, how long

had ignored her calls and messages, hoping she

up. I just want a

"divorce", Clark's patience wore thin. He looked at Nyla as if she were

since we got married. How will you support yourself? Which company would hire you? And what about your father's exorbitant medical bills? Can you afford those? "Nyla, you're not a teenager

all the time. Sometimes, it's hard to resist, but those women

why Nyla didn't see that he still loved her,

reconcile this man with the shy boy who had once blushed while confessing his love and

that. Find someone else. Here are the divorce papers I've had drafted. Sign them when you have time." Clark glanced at

his tone mocking. “Look around this house. Did you buy anything here? I've been covering your father's medical expenses for years. If we tally things up, you should be paying me.

He had hidden his true self so well that,