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

is to just draw something on the

something

so, then whos the real creator? Onyxs mind raced as questions spiraled around

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

Garry said, locking eyes

hide, why not sketch a page from the upcoming plot? Itd prove both your

he quickly pushed those feelings aside,

over the discarded drafts yesterday; there was no way hed forget

copying peoples work for years his skill at imitation had become

Ill do it, Onyx said, letting out

Ive been

if there are

humble, but

confident

all eyes on him, Onyx

prickled his skin, but he

his hand hovered over the blank page,

time when, as an editor, Onyx would sketch

a distant memory;

for him, so he barely picked up the

the moment his pencil touched the paper,

drenched in sweat,

he had managed to recreate the latest scene, anyone with a discerning eye could see the glaring difference the lines lacked the fluid grace of the original, the style painfully

shifted uncomfortably beside

confidence in Onyx wavered, but with all eyes on them, she had no choice but

his hand isnt steady, she explained, her voice

hated drawing in

under pressure, and that it still resembles the original, proves he must be the real creator! The crowd, which had been buzzing with doubt moments earlier, began to murmur in uncertainty as Melanys words

artwork indeed looked like a clumsy imitation, the storyline remained

details still met

and being too anxious to

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

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

independent woman, but in this version,