Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 151: Coltons voice was laced with frustration as he began, Allison, I suggest you speak to us properly But his words were cut short when she raised her hand.

Of course, Ill speak properly.

In fact, Ive been speaking properly unlike the secretary your father brought to the wedding.

According to her, the Stevens family has other sons besides you.

Allison thrived on hitting back hard.

Her eyes gleamed with a calculated cruelty as she added, And judging by Miss Johnsons mothers behavior, who acts more like a street brawler than a wedding guest, Id say shes got her husband under control.

At least she wont have to deal with as many affairs as your family! The words stung.

That was Allisons giftknowing exactly where to strike.

She never forgot a slight and was always prepared to hit back where it hurt most.

You! Melanys face drained of color, her breath catching in her throat.

The fiasco at her wedding had been humiliating, and now Allison had the audacity to fling it back in her face, rubbing salt in her fresh wound.

Allison wasnt just insulting her; she was humiliating hera grievance she could hardly swallow! Taking a deep breath, Melany kept her anger at bay and resorted to her usual pity act, squeezing out a tear or two.

Onyx and I are just friends! How dare you imply otherwise? Her voice cracked, her eyes shimmering with tears.

And youve insulted my parents! The Stevens family has treated you so well, but you still drag their name through the mud? Allisons lips curled into a mocking smile.

Her voice was casual, almost lazy.

Miss Johnson, I wasnt insulting your parents.

I was praising their ability to keep their marriage intact.

Not everyone is so… lucky.

Right, Mr.

she spoke, she idly examined her

was the

You! Coltons jaw tightened.

could feel the blood rushing to his face, his mind racing back to his fathers infamous

old wounds, and his

forward, intent on grabbing her wrist, but Allisons icy stare froze him in

need to say a

of the time she had single-handedly stuffed a burly

was a fight he

the spot, his chest rising and falling with

darkening like a storm gathering on the

things further, Onyx

Mr.

all

to

their time together in Leswington when he was her comic editor, was still

he hadnt yet learned to tread carefully around

no desire to prolong

risen rapidly in recent years, and losing a

cold

held back from commenting, as I dont like being rude to

sharp, aiming to belittle Allison in front of Colton and

to accuse me of

discarded drafts, but where are they? Show them, and

by his bold

seen this

most of her unused sketches back then

inquired about them, he claimed theyd been shredded for

thought much of it, considering those sketches

that the very scraps she had carelessly discarded had

had turned her trash into a fortune for

seized the moment, her voice dripping

wheres the proof? You cant just