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 idly

Allison was the epitome

You! Coltons jaw tightened.

to his face, his mind racing back

open old wounds, and

her wrist, but Allisons icy stare froze

need to say a

him of the time she had single-handedly stuffed a burly

this was a fight he

stopped, rooted to the spot, his chest rising and falling with barely

twisted, darkening like a

escalate things further, Onyx interjected,

Mr.

were all friends

its best to

together in Leswington when he was her comic editor,

hadnt yet learned to tread

desire to

risen rapidly in recent years, and losing a valuable connection like Onyx was not something he could

Miss, Onyx began, his voice laced with cold authority,

back from commenting, as I dont like

to belittle Allison in

of

discarded drafts,

remained unfazed by

had seen this

she had handed him most of her unused sketches

he claimed theyd been shredded for her own safetyto ensure they couldnt

thought much of it, considering those

very scraps she had carelessly discarded had become

trash into a fortune for

moment, her voice dripping with

Onyx of plagiarism, wheres the proof? You cant