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.

baggy clothes that Allison had been wearing before and

green dress, which flowed gently, like a willow swayed by a gentle

a newfound elegance, a quiet charm that didn't

Good morning, Mrs.

Stevens, Allison greeted politely.

her respectful

messy things had become with Colton, she

for such

warmly, standing up

help but

was still serene, her

was something else: a cold distance, a stark contrast to

Don't call me Mrs.

a trace of weariness in

Colton misses it.

hard these years must have been for

words with a polite

be guided to

calm but unwavering tone, Allison

after all, so there's no need to think too hard about it,

Stevens.

but it left no

impossible to find fault with

raised an eyebrow slightly, her frustration barely

covered it up with a

Colton how furious I am

me, I told him off

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

was used to controlling situations with charm and grace,

sticking to a formal title, Allison had created a distance between them,

but the message was

sighed dramatically and wiped her eyes with a finger, as if

had a very hard

support you and now this

do you plan to manage on your