Trading My Ex for His Uncle

For three years of marriage, Nyla endured constant restrictions, only to be repaid with Clark's infidelity. Now, she was done compromising her happiness. She would live comfortably on her own terms.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

After finishing her meal, Nyla washed the dishes, brewed a pot of tea, and settled on the balcony with a book, basking in the sunlight. As she read, drowsiness overcame her, and she fell asleep on the lounge cl She washed her face in the bathroom and decided not to make dinner. Grabbing her keys, she headed out to eat. When she opened the door, she was startled to find Clark standing in the shadows and instinctively took a step back.

"Nyla, it's me." Clark's voice was dry, indicating he had been standing there all afternoon.

Nyla frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"Nyla, can you really not forgive me?"

After a moment of silence, Nyla looked at him calmly. "Clark, when you cheated with your secretary, you must have spent a lot of money and effort on her, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Seeing the confusion in Clark's eyes, Nyla found it somewhat amusing. Was he pretending to be oblivious?

"You were willing to spend money and effort on a mistress, taking her out and showing her a good time. But when it comes to me, all you do is come here to beg for forgiveness without offering anything else?" Clark frowned, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. "Nyla, as long as you forgive me, you can use my money for anything you want. Isn't my love more important than material things?" Nyla couldn't help but laugh. "I used to care about your love, but in the end, you betrayed me. And you weren't even willing to spend money or effort on me. How can I believe you love me?" As the saying went, "Where a man's money goes, his love follows."

It was just that Nyla didn't care about Clark's love anymore. Since she had decided to divorce, she would take as much as she could from him, Jewelry and such personal items wouldn't be divided in the divorce

anyway.

Seeing the ridicule in Nyla's gaze, Clark pursed his lips with a dark expression as he pondered.

Nyla didn't waste any more words and pressed the elevator button to leave. Given Clark's character, he would soon figure things out. Regardless of his feelings, they couldn't divorce now. His reputation would p After eating at a restaurant near her apartment, Nyla returned to find that Clark had left. She didn't pay it much mind, watched some variety shows, and then went to bed.

The weekend flew by, and soon it was Monday.

As Nyla stepped into the R&D department, she saw a bouquet of fiery red roses on her desk, next to a

luxury branded jewelry box. She picked up the card on the roses and opened it.

[Nyla, from the moment I first saw you, I felt you were like a blazing rose, setting my heart on fire. I thought about it all night and decided to pursue you again. I hope you'll give me a chance.]

It was signed "Yours forever, Clark" with a heart pierced by an arrow drawn at the end.

Nyla put the card in her bag and opened the jewelry box, revealing a sparkling diamond bracelet.

Her colleague, Sasha, couldn't help but come over, her expression envious. "Nyla, who sent this? Is it from. a suitor? I saw that bracelet on TV. It's worth thousands!"

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