Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Michael turned his gaze forward at Jordyn's silence, his expression unreadable.

They soon arrived at her building. As she entered the living room, she saw Clark sitting on the couch. His gaze was as icy as if he were staring at a corpse, sending a shiver down her spine. "Clark..." Jordyn called out, stopping a few steps away, too afraid to move closer.

Clark smiled, but it was cruel and terrifying.

A chill gripped Jordyn's heart, and she instinctively stepped back. "Clark, I know I was wrong. Please, let me go... I did it because I love you so much..."

Tears filled her eyes, her face contorted with fear. Clark's menacing demeanor made her feel like he could snap and strangle her at any moment.

"You love me so much?" Clark's smile twisted into something sinister.

He glared at her, speaking slowly. "You love me so much that you deliberately swapped my and Nyla's test results, stirred up trouble to make us divorce, and now you want me to believe that this bastard in your womb is mine? You sure do love me!" Each word was like a dagger to Jordyn's heart, causing her to tremble and collapse to the floor.

She knew Clark's temperament too well-there was no way he'd let her off easily after such a betrayal.

Biting her lip, she crawled toward him and clung to his legs. "Clark, I'm sorry! I was blinded for a moment, but it was too late after that. I was too scared to tell you the truth... I'm sorry-"

Before she could finish, Clark kicked her away in disgust.

"Ah!" Jordyn cried out.

The force of the kick sent her crashing to the floor, pain shooting through her chest. She clutched it, drenched in cold sweat, her face ghastly pale.

Michael rushed forward. "Mr. Sumner, Ms. Cheatham is still pregnant. If something happens..."

Clark raised an eyebrow, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Thank you for reminding me. Take her to the hospital for an abortion."

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Jordyn's face was ashen. The baby was already five months along. Though she had originally kept the child to hold on to Clark, she had grown real feelings for it.

"Clark, please, let me keep this child. I promise I'll never show up in front of you again. Please..." she pleaded, her face streaked with tears, looking pitiful.

Clark gripped her chin, speaking

each word slowly and clearly.

"Jordyn, you've cuckolded me, and now you want to keep this bastard child? Dream on! Michael, take her to the hospital."

"No! You can't take this baby away from me! Please, don't..." she cried.

Clark turned away as Jordyn was dragged out, her pleas growing fainter until they disappeared.

Michael hesitated before stepping forward. "Mr. Sumner, what should we do with Ms. Cheatham after the abortion?"

"Let her go. She should never show her face around me again in this lifetime!" Clark snapped.

He deeply regretted ever having

Jordyn as his secretary. If not for her position, she wouldn't have been able to tamper with the test results, and he and Nyla wouldn't have divorced.

A vicious glint crossed Clark's eyes as he thought of this.

As Michael turned to leave, Clark suddenly said, "No, I've changed my mind. Don't let her leave so easily. I want her to suffer."