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Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 425

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Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane

1. A Decision That Changes Everything

Nyla sat alone in her dim apartment, clutching a glass of whiskey as she spoke with her friend and lawyer, Valarie. The amber liquid stung her throat, but nothing could dull the pain lodged deep inside her chest. Valarie’s voice buzzed through the phone, filled with caution.

“Are you sure, Nyla? If I draft the divorce agreement, this is final. There is no going back.”

Nyla didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I’m leaving Clark.”

Her voice was steady, but inside her heart was trembling. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind like a tormenting film she could not turn off.

Valarie was stunned. “But why? Clark loves you. He treats you well—doesn’t he?”

For a moment, Nyla let out a hollow, bitter laugh. Love? What a fragile, deceptive word. After ending the call, she turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window. Across the street, a giant LED screen glowed brightly on a skyscraper. It played the segment she had been trying to avoid—Clark’s press conference.

There he was, flawless in a perfectly tailored suit, confidently introducing a new luxury jewelry piece.

It was called “Love Nyla.”

He had named it after her—the wife he supposedly adored. Social media went wild with admiration. The internet hailed him as the perfect husband and romantic genius. Reporters praised the symbolic devotion behind the jewelry design.

To the world, they were the epitome of a fairytale marriage.

But to Nyla, the display was nothing short of a cruel irony.

“Love me?” she whispered to herself, her voice dripping with disbelief. “Love me… enough to betray me on our anniversary?”

2. The Anniversary That Destroyed Everything

The previous night had been their third wedding anniversary. Clark had insisted he was preparing a surprise for her. Nyla had believed him—why wouldn’t she? For eight years, their relationship had been the kind that friends envied. They were college sweethearts whose bond everyone admired.

She had put on the elegant white dress he adored, set the dinner table with candles, and prepared his favorite meal. Hours passed. She waited. Midnight slipped by. There was still no sign of him.

Then, at 1 a.m., everything changed.

Her phone buzzed.

A Facebook friend request appeared—someone she didn’t know. Along with it came a chilling message:

“A surprise for you.”

Nyla frowned, confused. Before she could dismiss it, another message appeared:

“Are you still awake? Because your husband isn’t home with you.”

Her heart thudded painfully. How would a stranger know that?

She declined the request, but the messages continued:

“Stop pretending. I know you’re reading this.”

“Your husband is with me right now.”

“He came because I was scared of thunder.”

“He’s so comforting. Too bad he isn’t only yours.”

Every message stabbed at her like icy needles. Logic told her it might be a prank, but her instinct screamed the opposite.

Then came the final blow:

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll send the address. The door code is your wedding anniversary.”

The numbers glowed in her mind: 0823.

Her hands shaking, she finally accepted the request. Immediately, an address and the code arrived. It was undeniable.

She rushed out into the night.

3. The Night of Heartbreak

The upscale apartment complex loomed before her as she arrived. The hallway felt cold and unfamiliar. She entered the code: 0823.

The lock clicked open.

Inside, the first thing she saw was a men’s suit jacket—the anniversary gift she gave him—thrown carelessly in the hallway. Her stomach twisted.

Farther in, a pair of women’s black lace underwear lay on the sofa. A wine glass stained with lipstick sat on the coffee table, mocking her.

The hallway was littered with scattered clothing—both men’s and women’s. The trail of garments led to the bedroom door.

Her legs felt like they might collapse, but she forced herself forward. With trembling hands, she pushed the door open.

What she witnessed tore her world apart.

Clark was in bed with another woman, their intimacy unmistakably blatant. Their voices filled the room—careless, shameless, devastating.

But in the summary version, the key point is this:

Nyla saw undeniable proof of Clark’s betrayal with her own eyes.
The man she had loved for eight years had shattered her trust completely.

Nyla fled the apartment, feeling suffocated as if the walls were closing in. Tears blurred her vision as she stumbled to her car.

Every moment from their past flashed before her—college days, dates, promises, laughter, dreams of a future together. All of it felt like a cruel trick now.

4. A Night at the Bar

Nyla drove aimlessly until she found herself in front of a dimly lit bar downtown. Without thinking, she walked in and ordered whiskey. Then more. And more.

She drank until the pain became a distant electric buzz in her chest—but it never fully disappeared.

When Valarie arrived after receiving Nyla’s frantic call, she found her slumped in a booth, eyes red and unfocused.

“Nyla! What happened? Did Clark do something?”

Nyla looked up, her expression hollow. “I saw him, Val. I saw everything. It wasn’t a misunderstanding.”

Valarie squeezed her hand, trying to steady her shaking. She gently suggested that maybe they could discuss things later, maybe even talk it out with Clark.

But Nyla’s answer was firm.

“There is nothing left to discuss.”

Every memory of the previous night surfaced again, the betrayal echoing mercilessly.

“Every time I think of him with her,” Nyla whispered, “I feel sick.”

For the first time, she said the words out loud—not in fear or confusion, but in absolute certainty.

“It’s divorce.”

5. The Contrast Between Reality and Illusion

As morning approached, Nyla sat alone again, watching the LED screen rolling Clark’s press conference in a loop. The media praised him endlessly. Public comments described their marriage as inspirational. People envied her.

What a joke.

The elegant jewelry piece he named after her was being hailed as the ultimate symbol of devotion. Newspapers wrote about “Clark’s eternal love for Nyla.”

Meanwhile, Nyla knew the truth.

Behind closed doors, behind the glamorous façade, behind the charming smile he displayed for cameras—Clark was unfaithful.

The world saw him as the perfect husband.

Nyla saw him as the man who betrayed her on the night meant to celebrate their love.

The duality was suffocating. It was infuriating. And it was enough for her to decide she deserved better.

She no longer wanted the public image, the praise, the glamour attached to being Clark’s wife.

She wanted peace. She wanted dignity. She wanted freedom.

6. Eight Years of a “Perfect” Love Story

Their love had begun in college. He was charming, intelligent, and attentive. She was warm, compassionate, and idealistic. They had built a relationship others admired. They made promises, supported each other, and dreamed of a shared future.

Their wedding had been a dream event—friends toasted to their eternal bond, families gushed over how compatible they were.

For years, Nyla had believed in the image they projected. She believed Clark loved her deeply. She believed their hardships were temporary.

But eight years hid more shadows than she realized.

Clark’s growing success had slowly become a veil behind which small betrayals grew. Late returns home, vague excuses, sudden business trips, unexplained messages—Nyla had pushed aside the doubts.

She chose trust.

But trust, once broken, leaves no room for repair.

7. Confronting the Truth

When Nyla returned to her apartment after the devastating night, everything felt unfamiliar. The spaces they had once shared now felt contaminated by lies. His clothes, his scent lingering in the air, the wedding photos on the wall—all of it felt foreign.

She knew there was no saving this marriage.

No amount of conversation or apology could erase what she saw. No promise could erase the memory of the betrayal unfolding on what should have been a night of love.

She picked up her phone and called Valarie again.

“Draft the divorce agreement,” she said. “I’m signing it.”

Valarie hesitated, but Nyla’s decision was firm.

Clark had already made his choice. Now she was making hers.

8. The Beginning of a New Life

Nyla stood by the window, watching the morning traffic begin. Her heart still ached, but beneath the pain, something else stirred—a quiet determination.

For years, she had wrapped her identity around Clark—his dreams, his career, his success. But now, she realized she needed to rediscover herself.

She deserved loyalty.
She deserved love.
She deserved honesty.

The story of “Love Nyla” was over.

Now, she would begin the story of Nyla.