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.

out firmly, youd

best way to prove yourself is to just draw something on

draw something

in the comic world? If so, then whos the real creator? Onyxs mind raced as questions spiraled around him, each one

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

ongoing, Garry said, locking eyes

sketch a page from

but he quickly pushed those feelings

just glanced over the discarded drafts yesterday;

copying peoples work for years his skill at imitation

forgery at this point? Fine, Ill do it,

Ive been

so if there

tried to sound humble, but

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

all eyes on him, Onyx picked up his

prickled his skin, but he

blank page, something unexpected happened his nerves betrayed

a time when, as an editor, Onyx

felt like a distant memory; fame and fortune had

to draw for him, so he barely picked

the moment his pencil touched

finished the drawing, he was drenched in sweat, as though hed

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

shifted uncomfortably beside

all eyes on them, she had no choice

been unwell, and his hand isnt steady, she explained,

always hated drawing in front of

be the real creator! The crowd, which had been buzzing with doubt moments earlier, began to murmur in uncertainty as Melanys words

the artwork indeed looked like a clumsy imitation,

rough handling of details still met the

book artists were known for their quirks, and being too anxious

once a seed of doubt was planted, it was only a matter

some of the more observant fans

but in this version, she looks like shes trying too