Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Rebecca's fury was palpable as she pushed Allison into the living room.

That idiot Mason should have been thrown overboard to feed the fish! Even though it was Allison who had taken care of the sleazy guy, Rebecca's rage seemed to burn her inside.

He was practically spitting nails, cursing the guy's entire lineage.

Calm down, Allison said, her demeanor as cold as a cucumber as she handed Rebecca a glass of wine.

Don't worry.

There isn't a soul on this planet that could touch me.

Of course that loser couldn't, Rebecca replied, still simmering.

After all, when you were on missions in Qairyn, you were dealing with real, hardened criminals, not these pathetic excuses for human beings.

Allison said: So take a deep breath.

There is still half an hour before the banquet begins, and the night is young.

Don't keep your pretty boy waiting too long.

Very good, Rebecca said.

I have someone watching Charisma Company for you.

If something comes up, call me.

And those eight cool guys are still hanging around.

Feel free to choose one after the banquet.

Allison chuckled.

I will.

He was about to head to the venue ahead of time to catch a glimpse of the elusive figure behind Charisma Company when two familiar faces appeared.

Mrs.

Clarke, hello, I'm Melany Johnson.

Melany, dressed in a simple but elegant white dress, had soft curls that waved in the sea breeze.

I'm here to apologize.

If it weren't for Colton and I arguing and me storming off to another country, you wouldn't be involved in all of this.

Her voice was soft, her fingers intertwined with Colton's as if she claimed him as her own.

But we're really in love.

Allison rested her chin in her hand and asked, Y.

That seemed to disconcert them; Colton seemed surprised by Allison's calm indifference.

He pulled Melany closer and put his arms around her.

So stop playing these games to get my attention.

I don't know how you managed to get close to Rebecca or replace me here, but this charade is over now! Allison let out a laugh.

Games Let's not forget that I have already agreed to meet you at the courthouse and have prepared the divorce papers.

No matter how low I fell, I wouldn't stoop to returning to someone I left behind.

His words were sharp, with an unmistakable edge.

After all, Melany had disappeared on her wedding day, fleeing abroad with a note claiming that her parents had forced her.

Then, as if by magic, he reappeared just as the Stevens Group was booming.

The moment was too opportune.

Melany's expression faltered, but she quickly masked it with a sad face and eyes full of tears.

Colton, then I was forced.

But Colton wasn't really there.

His mind wandered, his gaze fixed on Allison like a moth to a flame.

His demeanor was still distant, but his smile was a burst of sunlight.

Allison, a rose with thorns, seductive but dangerous, leaving him feeling… agitated.

Don't forget to go to the courthouse tomorrow morning, Colton said, his eyes still on Allison, searching for even a flicker of regret in her expression.

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But there wasn't.

The love and longing that had once burned for him had turned into icy indifference.

Of course.

Just remember to keep your promise, Mr.

Stevens, Allison responded with a shake of her head.

She had already faced many heartbreaks and disappointments.

But after weathering the storm so many times, he had learned to cope, treating it like a passing nightmare.

And now the time had come to wake up.

Colton felt uneasy.

I couldn't understand his cold indifference.

By the way, Grandpa will leave the hospital the day after tomorrow.

"He insists on seeing you.

" Allison took a calm sip of her drink.

Oh Something Else The subtext was clear: if there was anything else to say, spit it out now.

Otherwise, it would be best to leave.

Colton remained silent, his frustration evident.

Melany, sensing his irritation, spoke in a low voice.

There is nothing more, but I understand that it is difficult to let go.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to come.

You see, Colton and I really love each other, so I hope you bless us.

And perhaps you can grace us with your presence at the wedding.

Allison saw through Melany's thinly veiled motive.

Melany, aware of her weak position, wanted to extend an olive branch to Allison, the ex-wife, to appear magnanimous.

But Allison had already paid all the debts she owed and did not have to endure any more discomfort.

There are plenty of fish in the sea , Miss Johnson.

Although he seems to be hanging on to this one, Allison said as she stood up, a sardonic smile curving her lips.

As for the wedding, I'll pass.

I wouldn't want anyone to say that the ex-wife became the other woman.

It would be a bit of a problem for Mr.

Stevens.

He tilted his glass, letting the drink spill freely onto the floor.

Oh, and good luck.

May you enjoy your whole life.

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Colton's face turned red with anger.

Don't come crying to me later! With that, he stormed off, Melany trailing behind him.

Allison headed straight to the VIP area to change for the evening.

But as soon as she closed the door behind her, a gun pinned her against her side in the darkness.

Don't make a sound! Allison remained perfectly still, her calm only growing in the shadows.

shadows.

I couldn't see his face, but the tense muscles in his arm and the heat radiating from his body spoke for themselves of the danger he was in.

Without a hint of fear, he said softly: Your hand is shaking.

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