Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 86: Allison's eyes remained fixed on Colton's slack jaw, completely ignoring Melany, who seemed like nothing more than background noise.

Funny, Mr.

Stevens, how quick you are to spread rumors, he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

It almost makes you wonder if you envy those who close deals using more… physical assets.

It may not be that the sting of rejection still lasts.

Maybe when you tried, no one bit.

Her lips curved into a cold smile, her gaze pierced him.

No wonder all your partners are ancient relics.

You can't seem to handle the younger, more attractive guys, right? You assume everyone shares your trashy tastes.

He mocked her, but Allison didn't feel the need to defend herself.

Defending yourself had become tedious, especially for those who had already decided who you were.

Instead, she delighted in returning their toxic games, letting them stew in their own filth.

People's opinions of her were nothing more than a reflection of their own twisted minds.

Colton's assumptions only revealed the ugliness festering in his heart.

This woman.

.

.

How dare she humiliate him like that Urgh.

.

.

groaned, trying to speak, but all that came

the knife in his hand was dangerously close to her tongue, Allison moved it up slightly,

eyes widened in panic, silently pleading

like a statue, with fear rooted

crazy! Melany stammered, her voice

horror as Allison rose to her feet, each step deliberate, slow and heavy with

longer meant

of self-preservation had kicked

over her words, trying to sound authoritative but failing

seriously planning to murder someone in broad daylight? There are cameras

get

like the whimpers of a frightened

Allison replied,

doing anything

a little fun, giving you two

The loudest

steel and

Well, here's what I propose: drown out that inflated pride of yours, Really swallow it, and maybe he'll

let out a cold,

me, but watching you drag yourself around That's

who once promised to marry her was long gone, replaced by that sorry excuse for a

past, but what was

corner of his eye, Kellan, who had been silently observing the

Allison had moved before, so precise, so sharp, hadn't changed one

was still the same,

ordinary woman, but beneath the surface, her true

suited him

as hers was not meant to be

was made

bother losing a position in the

condescension as he leaned