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.

.

.

trying to speak, but all that came out were

the knife in his hand was dangerously close to her tongue, Allison moved it up slightly, sending a jolt of terror

panic, silently pleading

Melany stood frozen, like a statue, with fear rooted to

crazy! Melany stammered, her

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

desperate eyes no longer

self-preservation had

her words, trying to sound authoritative

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

get away

the whimpers of a frightened child, totally

replied,

doing

giving you two

funny, isn't it? The loudest barkers are

eyes turned steel and his tone

I propose: drown out that inflated pride of yours,

let out a cold, disdainful

doesn't move me, but watching you drag yourself

who once promised to marry her was long

but what was left was a

Kellan, who had been silently observing the entire ordeal, had an expression of

had moved before, so

same, always determined, always

of an ordinary woman,

it suited him

hers was not meant

made

losing a position in

voice dripped with condescension as