Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 396

"Yes! I've loved him for so many years, and now I only have three months left to live. I can't accept this!" Rebecca cried out, her voice breaking.

Nathaniel managed a wry smile. "And what about me? I've loved you for years. Why won't you ever turn and look at me?"

He had always believed that as long as Rebecca was happy, that was enough. But seeing her heartbroken over Damon now felt like a vice around his chest, nearly suffocating him.

If she truly had only three months left, why couldn't he at least try for himself?

Rebecca was momentarily stunned, clearly caught off guard.

After a long pause, she spoke softly. "Nathaniel, I've always considered you just a friend."

"But I don't want to be just your friend," Nathaniel said firmly.

Rebecca bit her lip in frustration. "I'm your good friend's girlfriend. We can't—"

Before she could finish, a shadow suddenly fell over her.

Nathaniel's lips met Rebecca's before she had a chance to react.

"Mmph!" She shook her head and tried to pull away, but he held her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other, giving her no chance to escape.

At first, Rebecca struggled, but gradually her resistance softened into pulling him closer. Their clothes began to come off as they moved together.

...

The next morning, Nyla and Damon were trending on social media.

Once it was revealed that Nyla was the ex-wife of Damon's nephew and that Damon had a girlfriend, netizens began to attack Nyla viciously.

[This woman is so shameless! Seducing her ex-husband's uncle, and the worst part is he has a girlfriend. What a homewrecker!]

[Maybe her ex-husband divorced her because he knew she was like this!]

Damon shot to his feet, his aura so frigid it seemed to freeze the air around him.

Spencer quickly followed, recognizing the tension in Damon's jaw. He knew Damon was genuinely furious.

However, he had to intervene. "Mr. Sumner, with the public already discussing you and Ms. Jayston, going to the hospital now and getting photographed could exacerbate the situation."

Damon glared at him and spoke with icy resolve. "Have they apprehended the person who threw the paint?"

"They have," Spencer answered.

"Go to the police station and follow up. Check if they have any prior offenses. I don't want them released again," Damon instructed.

"Yes, sir," Spencer replied.

"I have to go to the hospital. Whether or not I get photographed, I won't let anyone hurt her again," Damon declared before brushing past Spencer and leaving.