Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Oliver dropped Nyla and Mason off at home.

Noticing Nyla’s pale face and the lingering fear in her eyes, he spoke softly. “Nyla, don’t think too much about it. You got scared today. Just rest, and we can talk about everything tomorrow.”

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ced a smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time today. You should get back to

She had initially told Oliver not to come because she remembered he had meetings, but the day had stretched much longer than she had expected.

Seeing the fleeting guilt in her eyes, Oliver replied firmly, “Nyla, you and Buddy are important to me. It’s not an inconvenience.”

“I know, but I don’t want to be a burden. Being together should mean supporting each other, not just you helping me all the time,” Nyla said.

Oliver felt a mix of frustration and sympathy. He thought Nyla was struggling to accept his support because she hadn’t fully accepted him. After the scare

“We’ll talk about this later. You need to rest, and I should head back,” he said gently.

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Once Oliver left, Mason cautiously approached Nyla. “Mom… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have skipped class…” Nyla hadn’t expected him to sidestep the real i

Mason couldn’t meet her gaze and hung his head in silence.

Nyla didn’t press him. “Think about it, and let me know when you’re ready to talk.”

With that, she headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch. She hadn’t had breakfast after learning Mason was missing that morning, and now that she was fe

Mason watched her, his small hands clenched tight, his face tense, mirroring Damon’s expression.

When Nyla came out with a simple dish of omelet, she noticed Mason still standing there. She sighed.

“Buddy, let’s eat first,” she said.

Hesitating, Mason walked to the table, climbed onto a chair, and finally mustered the courage to look at Nyla

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“Mom, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have skipped class. I thought that man was my dad… so I wanted to see him,

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Upon seeing Mason’s nervous expression and the way his hands fidgeted with his shirt, Nyla’s gaze softened. She asked gently, “Buddy, what do you th

In the past, whenever Mason had asked about his father, Nyla had lied, telling him that his father had passed away. She had tried to avoid the topic eve All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

But after today, she realized she could no longer hide the truth about Damon being Mason’s father. Rather

than wait for Damon to confront them with the facts, she decided it was better to ask Mason how he felt

Mason shook his head. “I don’t want him to be my dad. He’s mean to you, and I hate him!”

What Mason truly wanted was a father like Oliver–kind and gentle, not the fierce man from earlier.

Just thinking about how that man had treated Nyla made his young face twist with anger. If he hadn’t been afraid of the man lashing out, he would have charged at him, ready to bite his leg.

After a moment of hesitation, Nyla decided it was time to tell Mason the truth. “Buddy, he is your dad but he has forgotten about me, so you might have to choose between us.”