Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 347

"Clark said he loved me, but that didn't stop him from cheating with Jordyn. You say you love me, but that doesn't stop you from getting back together with Rebecca. I guess, in your minds, your feelings are worth a lot. Just because you like me, I'm supposed to be grateful and accept whatever you do," Nyla said.

Damon frowned. "That's not what I mean..."

Nyla smiled. "It doesn't matter what you mean. Since you chose Rebecca over me, there's no chance for us. It's that simple."

The calmness in her gaze stirred a sense of panic in Damon. He felt like he was really losing her.

"Nyla…" he started.

"We've already said everything that needs to be said. There's no point in dragging this out. Let's end it here," Nyla concluded.

Their love had always been unequal, never truly balanced. She'd rather not have such love at all.

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Back home, Nyla had just sat on the couch when her phone rang. It was a call from William.

"Ms. Jayston, your assets with Mr. Sumner have been divided. Your share amounts to 786,398 dollars. Also, we've made some progress on Cyrus' case. Are you available tomorrow? We can meet and go over the details," William proposed.

"Sure, I'm free after work tomorrow evening," Nyla replied.

After setting a time and place, Nyla hung up and went to grab some clothes for a shower, pondering what to do about Cyrus.

Now that she had broken up with Damon, the Sumners wouldn't hesitate to come after her. Continuing to oppose them wouldn't benefit her.

Despite this, she wasn't ready to give up. It had been so hard to get Cyrus into jail. If she let him get away this time, it would be even harder to catch him in the future.

After thinking it over for a while without reaching a conclusion, she decided to stop worrying and wait until she met with William the next day.

…

The next evening arrived quickly.

They discussed the case a bit more before William left to return to his firm.

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Back home, Nyla's ordered books had arrived—two thick stacks, all study materials for her graduate exam.

She carried the books inside, organized them, and noted that it was still early. Deciding to study for an hour that night, she made the most of every minute, knowing there were less than two months until the exam registration. She hoped to pass on her first attempt.

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In the following days, Nyla devoted every spare moment to studying.

Soon, it was Saturday.

Early in the morning, she received a call from Melody, who said she was already downstairs.