Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 16: Going through a divorce was something that might have devastated Allison three years ago, but now, it felt like little more than brushing an old coat she should have thrown away centuries ago.

Not that there wasn't sadness.

Of course there was.

Three years pretending to be someone he wasn't because of a fleeting love from his youth.

She had foolishly believed that Colton could remember their shared past, but even if he did, what difference would it make now? Colton already had his true love and, in the process, had transformed into someone she found completely disgusting.

Now that it was all behind her , Allison found divorce surprisingly trivial, as if it had no more weight than choosing what to have for breakfast.

Instead of the anguish she once feared, she felt liberated, as if her shackles had been removed.

Maybe it was because those three years had been nothing more than a cascade of disappointments.

When he finally learned the truth, his heart had hardened, gone numb.

How had he not realized before? How had he not realized how vile Colton was? He threw his head back and muttered under his breath: This is my new one.

beginning.

That night, Allison fell into a deep, dreamless sleep in bed, the weight of her past growing farther and farther away.

The next morning, he headed to the old Stevens family estate, situated in the middle of a hill with stunning views that would make any visitor pause.

Allison was hoping to meet Keanu directly.

But to her surprise, it was Colton's mother, Lindy Stevens, who greeted her.

Allison, you're here, Lindy said quietly, taking a delicate sip of her coffee.

Despite being over fifty, Lindy carried herself with the grace of someone whom time has not touched.

She wore a fitted brown cheongsam, adorned with pearl earrings, and all her movements were poised and refined.

When she looked up, her gaze lingered briefly on Allison.

Surprise flashed in Lindy's eyes.

wearing before and the stiff clip that held her hair

flowed gently, like a willow swayed by a

a quiet

Good morning, Mrs.

Stevens, Allison greeted politely.

respectful tone, Allison

become with Colton, she

need for such formality,

warmly,

the warmth, he couldn't help but notice

was still serene, her manner

distance, a stark contrast to

Don't call me Mrs.

sighed, a trace

Colton misses it.

these years

responded to Lindy's words

herself to be guided to the couch, but her posture

a calm but unwavering tone, Allison replied:

a title, after all, so there's no need to think

Stevens.

tactful, but it left no room

to find

slightly, her

up with a

Colton how furious I am

me, I told

grandfather wasn't so sick, he would have insisted on getting the

situations with charm and grace, but she hadn't anticipated this sharper

Allison had created a distance between

but the message

a finger, as if she were wiping away invisible

very

family to support you

to manage on