Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex Novel

Chapter 952 The suffocating sensation gripped Jane like a vice. Her face flushed as she reached up, struggling to pry Gabriel's hand off her. Her efforts, however, were futile. Gabriel's smile deepened as he watched the pain twist her expression. "The Wilkies have already abandoned you. If you know what's good for you, sign the divorce papers, take the compensation I'm offering, and leave. Otherwise, you'll walk away with nothing." He released her, tossing her aside carelessly like discarded trash. Without sparing her another glance, he turned and walked away.

Just as Gabriel was about to return to his work in the study, his phone rang. It was Wren. "Gabriel, your stepfather's company is in trouble... He's threatening to divorce me now... What should I do?!" Wren's voice was frantic, panic clear in her tone. "What does his company's trouble have to do with his wanting a divorce?" Gabriel asked, his voice cool and uninterested. Wren gritted her teeth, clearly reluctant. "I caused a scene at Prospectus Technology, and now Damon knows about it.

Prospectus has pulled all collaborations with his company..." Gabriel didn't even look up, his tone indifferent. "What you should be doing right now is apologizing to Nyla, not calling me for advice." The silence on the other end was telling. If Wren had been willing to apologize, she wouldn't have called him in the first place. "You want me to apologize to Nyla?" Her voice dripped with disbelief. "You went to Prospectus Technology and caused trouble. Doesn't that warrant an apology to Nyla?" Gabriel replied flatly. "Don't you have a big company?

Just a word from you, and Raymond's company will survive this crisis-" Before she could finish, Gabriel interrupted sharply, "I can help his company, but why should I?" If Wren hadn't stirred things up with Nyla, Raymond Wilkie's company wouldn't be in trouble, and they wouldn't be facing divorce. Everything that was happening now, was her doing. "Please, Gabriel, just help me this time. I'm begging you," Wren pleaded, her desperation evident. Gabriel's expression remained unchanged. "Didn't you always want a divorce?

Now that he's agreed to it, isn't this exactly what you wanted?" Wren's face flushed with anger. "Harrison is impossible! I groveled and begged him, but he still won't forgive me. I can't just let everything go!" "I'm not getting involved in your problems anymore. Go apologize to Nyla, or lose your life as a rich wife. The choice is yours," Gabriel concluded and hung up. Furious, Wren nearly hurled her phone against the wall. She took several deep breaths to calm herself before turning toward the study. "Darling, Gabriel... is not in a position to help..." she lied. Raymond snorted.

"Not in a position, or simply unwilling to help?" "It's really not a good time. Prospectus Technology is also targeting his company, and he's struggling to deal with it... If he Wren began explaining but Raymond cut her off. "Enough!" Raymond waved his hand dismissively. "You don't need to say more since he wont help Weljust prepare the gift and go to Nyla ourselves to apologize." Wren nodded reluctantly. "Alright. I'll have the service staff prepare the gift." That evening... Raymond and Wren arrived at Damon's villa with the gift, only to be stopped by a maid at the door.

They didn't even get to see Damon or Nyla.