Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 148: Onyx initially assumed the person approaching was just another overeager fan trying to cut in line.

He never imagined hed run into an old acquaintance, least of all Hedwig now known as Allison whom he thought hed never see again.

Allisons eyes glimmered with a half-smile.

Funny running into you here, she said.

Yeah, haha! Small world, huh? Why dont we step into the lounge? Its too hectic out here.

Onyxs usual bravado slipped slightly, though he quickly masked it.

Standing, he barked a few instructions to the nearby staff.

Ive got something urgent to handle.

Take over for me, he said, giving the crowd a quick bow.

Apologies, everyone.

Ive got to step out, but feel free to enjoy the refreshments on me.

Ill be back shortly.

He led Allison toward the lounge, heart pounding as he silently prayed she wouldnt cause a scene.

Meanwhile, her eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar sketches plastered on the walls.

Seeing her work displayed like this work that had been taken without so much as a thank you was laughably absurd.

Each poster bore traces of the sketches she had poured herself into years ago.

Onyx, desperate to play the role of an old buddy, grinned from ear to ear.

wow! Its

dont know how

you, I thought something

turned her head and

almost flawless someone else might have bought

straight to the

comic… its

air between

once worked side by side at a comic company, back when Allison used her

been

though theyd gotten along well enough, Allison wasnt about

wanted to hear him

Onyx sighed.

I wont lie

the drafts you left

I thought something mustve gone

didnt want your hard work

added my touch, and… well,

I never imagined it would blow up

talented, but wow, Hedwig,

the sincerity in

Allison raised an eyebrow, her voice

you put your name on it? That wiped the smile off Onyxs face, if

always hated the spotlight, right? You didnt want your identity

just a

Before she could

foundation was yours, but I spent countless

creation now,

I signed it

his way through ten years of anonymity in Leswington, producing work that no one had ever