Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 206: You! Devins grin froze, his expression hardening as a surge of rage flared in his chest.

Allison lifted a hand to her head, drawing a shaky breath.

Her voice, thin and wavering, barely carried across the small room.

Stop the theatrics.

Just hand over the photo.

Suddenly, her posture faltered, and she swayed slightly, as if struggling to keep her balance.

Give me the photo, and the moneys yours, she murmured, her tone weak.

With slow, deliberate motion, she cracked open her suitcase, revealing stacks of cash meticulously arranged inside.

Devins eyes locked onto the money, the greed unmistakable in his gaze.

He didnt even try to hide it.

He glanced at Allisons fragile stance, a sly smile spreading across his face as he realized the drug was working.

Alright, Ill give it to you, he chuckled darkly, inching closer.

His hand reached out, fingers grazing her arm as he leaned in.

This café belonged to a friend of his, and Devin knew the private room had hidden cameras.

If he played his cards right, hed walk away with more than just the cash.

Hed have leverage footage that would give him complete control over Allison.

With a smirk, he pulled out the photograph and waved it mockingly.

Relax, Allison.

Youre not looking too well.

about I keep you company for a while? We can

close to her chest, but then a

even register what happened, a

in shock, seeing his finger severed on the floor, blood spurting

the reality to sink in,

fingers with the same

plucked the photo from his trembling grasp, ensuring

voice a strangled mix of agony

his uninjured hand, but his

as she packed the money back into her

bend down to retrieve

he could only curse through gritted

never took the

me the whole time, he

into her trap, but how had she swapped the coffee? Allisons gaze bored into him, cold

I warned you.

me again, and it wont end

photo tauntingly, then closed the suitcase

just be a finger you lose it

almost too calm, sending

it

killed before, and shed do

stood frozen in place,

on her heel and strode out of the room,

at the bloody finger

pain surged through

snatched up the severed digit,

dialed a

money, he

the other end was clipped, laced

Why are you calling me now? This useless man kept bothering

of pain and frustration

cut off my finger! Do you hear me? Im sitting here bleeding,