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 better

best way to prove yourself is to just draw

something right

guilty of stealing someone elses work to make a name for yourself in the comic world? If so, then whos the real creator? Onyxs mind raced as questions spiraled around him, each one piercing deeper than

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

comics still ongoing, Garry said, locking eyes with

got nothing to hide, why not sketch a page from the upcoming plot? Itd prove both your originality

gnawed at Onyx, but he quickly pushed those feelings aside,

over the discarded drafts yesterday; there was no

for years his skill

point? Fine, Ill do it, Onyx said, letting out a theatrical

been sick

shaky, so if there

humble, but inwardly, he

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

eyes on him,

but he

his hand hovered over the blank page, something unexpected happened his

a time when, as an editor,

a distant memory; fame and fortune had dulled his

days, he hired people to draw for him, so he barely picked up the pencil

touched the paper, his hand trembled

drawing, he was drenched in sweat,

anyone with a discerning eye could see the glaring

uncomfortably beside

on them, she had no choice

unwell, and his hand isnt

drawing in front of

this much 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

a clumsy imitation, the

still met the basic expectations of the

for their quirks, and being

seed of doubt was planted, it was

observant fans began to step forward,

woman, but in this version, she looks like shes trying