Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 703:

From his elevated stance, Verruckt dissected her every movement with the precision of a scalpel. The fragile woman before him bore no resemblance to the assassin who had fought him tooth and nail in the laboratory. And her logic was hard to dismiss.

All the evidence stacked against her felt too convenient, like a poorly written story where the villain wore a neon sign. But convenience was a double-edged sword. It could be the truth or a well-crafted lie.

The break room hung heavy with silence, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water somewhere nearby, each drop a quiet punctuation to the growing tension. Confusion sat on everyone’s faces like an unwanted guest, leaving them unsure whether to breathe or brace for impact.

“Make me believe you.” Verruckt’s voice cut through the quiet like frost on a spring morning. “Take off your clothes.” He recalled that both of them had been somewhat wounded in his recent battle with the assassin, albeit the obvious wound on her arm could be concealed.

audience was perplexed, lowering

Jareth, usually as composed as a stone

In the past, suspicion alone was enough to end a life; innocence was rarely a currency accepted in his court. Yet, here he was, offering an opportunity unheard of — a lifeline

been granted an exception. Now, a second one was handed down with baffling

and spoke with hope. “If I do

hers, his words deliberate and unyielding. “It’s

a trembling breath, she nodded.

was a canvas of injuries, each mark a grim testament to recent chaos. From her arms to her collarbone, scratches crisscrossed her skin like a map of misfortune. They

sharp eyes roved over her, his frown