Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 157: Onyx stood frozen, caught off guard by the relentless barrage of questions.

Beads of cold sweat gathered at his temples, trickling down his face.

I just forgot, okay? he stammered in a panic, his voice faltering as his eyes darted around the room for an escape.

The comic has tons of pages! Theres no way I can keep track of it all… But his excuse fell flat, hanging awkwardly in the tense air.

It was clear to everyone that his words were hollow.

The audience knew better they understood that every comic was painstakingly crafted, each stroke of the pen a product of the artists dedication.

Forgetting an illustration might have been believable, but the theme? The very essence of the story? That was unforgivable! This guys spouting nonsense, throwing out accusations without proof! Onyx shouted desperately.

Why dont you get him out of here? He frantically signaled to the security personnel, but the crowd wasnt having it.

The reporters surged forward, cameras flashing and microphones thrust in his face, as though they had been waiting for this very moment to unravel him.

Even some fans in the crowd began murmuring uneasily.

I remember thinking it was a printing error at first, one of them said, frowning.

The chapter was supposed to be about friendship, but the title was all about shallow romance.

But how come Onyx doesnt remember anything about it? Another nodded in agreement.

That young man has a point.

The later chapters felt completely out of sync with the earlier ones.

I thought maybe Onyx was exhausted and rushed through it.

The theme of a comic is its soul, someone else muttered, brows furrowed in thought.

No creator would just forget about his own comics soul, right? They had all loved the comic, and by extension, admired the artist who had brought their favorite characters to life.

But now, hearing Onyxs shaky excuses, they sensed that something was off, doubt beginning to seep in.

Mr.

reporter called out firmly,

yourself is to just draw

draw something right

so, then whos the real

if he couldnt offer a solid explanation today, his career would be ruined,

comics still ongoing, Garry said, locking eyes with Onyx as

hide, why not sketch a page from the

gnawed at Onyx, but he quickly pushed those

had just glanced over the discarded drafts yesterday; there was no way

years his skill at

Fine, Ill do

been

there are any flaws, Id appreciate your

tried to sound humble, but inwardly, he scoffed

years of perfecting the art of mimicry, he was confident the result would still look

on him, Onyx

but he willed himself

hand hovered over the blank page,

an editor, Onyx would

felt like a distant memory; fame and

people to draw for him, so he barely picked

pencil touched the paper,

was drenched in sweat, as

had managed to recreate the latest scene, anyone with a discerning eye could see the

shifted uncomfortably

on them, she

has been unwell, and his hand isnt

always hated drawing in front

be the real creator! The crowd, which had been buzzing with

artwork indeed looked like a clumsy imitation, the storyline remained

rough handling of details still met

known for their quirks, and being too anxious to draw under

it was only a matter of time before it

enough, some of the more observant fans began to step forward, voicing their

a tough, independent woman, but in this version, she looks like shes