Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!

There was a time when Nyla believed that walking down the aisle with Clark, after being together since their university years, would be the happiest moment of her life.

It was only when Clark cheated on her that she realized true love and growing old together were rare. More often than not, relationships ended in separation and loss.

After their divorce, she swore she would never give her heart away again.

But, Damon—Clark’s youngest uncle—barged into Nyla’s life and gave her no chance to escape. She kept trying to distance herself, not wanting any more ties with her ex’s family.

Damon, however, pursued her relentlessly, determined to have her in his arms.

"Uncle Damon, we're not right for each other."

Damon gently pinched Nyla’s chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "You and Clark are divorced. How am I still your uncle?

"Besides, how do you know we’re not right for each other when you haven't tried?"

"I’ve tried," Nyla replied.

"Then try again," Damon said. "Keep trying until it feels right."

Nyla was at a loss for words.

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the phone, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the phone.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so good to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

Using the world's finest diamonds and gemstones, he had created a one-of-a-kind piece for his wife.

It was named "Love Nyla."

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a hot topic.

The world was buzzing about their enviable love.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Love me?" she muttered to herself. "Love me enough to sleep with another woman on our anniversary night?"

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.

She had waited. And waited. Midnight came and went.

At one in the morning, her phone suddenly buzzed with a Facebook friend request. A strange profile picture with the note "A surprise for you."