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.

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speak, but all

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

widened in panic, silently pleading

like a statue, with fear

her voice shaking

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

desperate eyes no longer meant anything

instinct of self-preservation

words, trying to sound authoritative

away from me! What are you thinking? Are you seriously planning

won't get away

the whimpers of a

Allison replied, bowing her

not doing anything

a little fun, giving you two a taste

loudest

eyes turned steel and his

want in on the Everett Group deal, no? Well, here's what I propose: drown out that inflated pride of yours, Really swallow it, and maybe he'll take

out a

move me, but watching

who once promised to marry her was long gone, replaced by

had robbed him of his past, but what was

of his eye, Kellan, who had been silently

moved before, so precise,

the same, always determined, always

ordinary woman, but beneath the surface, her true nature was as

it suited

bright as hers was not meant to

made

Clarke, why bother losing a position in the Everett Group with trash like

condescension as he leaned nonchalantly on