Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine Read Online Free

Chapter 2: Ms.

Clarke, Im so sorry! I didnt mean to! Kaelyn hurried down the stairs, her face a picture of exaggerated concern.

Maybe you can just toss everything in a bag for now? she added, hiding her disdain behind a sweet smile.

Kaelyn had always looked down on Allison, seeing her as nothing more than a poor country girl who had shamelessly latched onto Colton for a better life.

Colton frowned in frustration.

Youre so clumsy! he snapped, glancing at the scattered clothes.

Allisons suitcase contained so littlea few clothes and hardly any jewelry.

She hadnt even spent much of the money he had given her over the years.

She lived simply, frugally, and it was a reflection of how she had never tried to take advantage of her status.

But love couldnt be forced or faked.

Melanys luggage takes priority.

Just toss Allisons things in a storage bag, Colton added dismissively, eyeing the broken suitcase.

Ill have the housekeeper buy you a new one tomorrow.

Allison gave a faint, bitter smile.

That suitcase was the one I stole from the kidnappers when we were running for our lives.

If it hadnt been for it, we wouldve drowned back then.

For years, she had taken care of that suitcasejust as she had taken care of their marriage.

And now, like their relationship, it lay shattered.

Colton let out a cold laugh.

That story might fool my grandfather, but it doesnt work on me.

Find what you love at gⱯlnσν????????s․???????????? The memory of being kidnapped as a child was too vague, and he always doubted that Allison had been with him during that time.

Turning to Kaelyn, Colton raised his voice.

Hurry up and pack her things! Yes, sir.

Kaelyn eagerly began to gather Allisons clothes, but she deliberately stepped on them, dirtying them in the process.

With a sickly sweet tone, she mocked, Ms.

Clarke, Mr.

Stevens grandmother always says that people are like clothes.

Once a persons clothes are stained, it doesnt matter how much you wash them; the marks never truly fade.

Allison had always been kind to Kaelyn, even when she didnt have to be.

After all, Kaelyn was a distant relative of Coltons grandmother.

Years ago, when Kaelyn had made a blunder that nearly put the Stevens family at odds with Kellan Lloyd, the eldest son of the Lloyd family, it was Allison who had smoothed things over.

She had negotiated a deal with Kellan, who was paralyzed, securing the crucial land for the Stevens commercial project.

Back then, Kaelyn had been grateful, almost humbled.

But now, emboldened by the winds of change within the Stevens family, Kaelyn acted as though she had never bent the knee.

It all boiled down to one thing: Coltons grandmothers favor had drifted, and with it, so had the familys attitude.

If clothes get dirty, youre right, Allison said, her eyes flicking to Colton, theyre impossible to clean completely.

She shrugged, a casual finality in her voice.

So, I wont be needing them anymore.

She had never liked those bland, shapeless things anyway.

They had never quite suited her.

But when people mess up, she continued, her voice turning cold and unfamiliar, they need to face the consequences.

The air in the room shifted.

For the first time, Colton looked at Allison as if seeing her through a new lensher usual softness now replaced with a sharp edge.

Even Kaelyn sensed the change, but she quickly donned an innocent mask, as though slipping into a role she had perfected.

I only serve the Stevens family, Ms.

Clarke, Kaelyn said, her voice tinged with sweetness.

And since youre divorced Smack! Kaelyn never got the chance to finish.

Allisons palm cracked across her left cheek with such force that the sound echoed in the room.

Kaelyns eyes widened in disbelief.

How dare you hit me? Because I felt like it.

If Mrs.

Stevens finds out Smack! Another slap, harder this time, sent Kaelyn stumbling backward.

Both her cheeks were now red and swollen, the perfect mirror of each other.

The second blow knocked Kaelyn off her feet, and as she hit the floor, her ankle twisted beneath her.

She cried out in real pain, her face a picture of humiliation and fury.

Tears welled up in Kaelyns eyes, spilling over as she whimpered, Mr.

Stevens, shes gone too far! But before Kaelyn could spew more of her complaints, Allison was on her again, her hand gripping Kaelyns throat as she tore the necklace from around her neck.

Thats for the suitcase and the clothes.

Kaelyns face flushed crimson as Allisons grip tightened, choking her words into sobs.

And now, Im taking back what never belonged to you in the first place.

The necklace was a modest piecean emerald pendant encircled by diamondsbut it wasnt the value that mattered.

The engraving on the back made it unmistakably clear that it was never Kaelyns to wear.

You… youre committing assault! Kaelyn croaked, gasping for air.

In her panic, she didnt even notice when her bladder gave way.

As Allisons grip threatened to suffocate her, Kaelyns mind finally cleared, and she realized with terrifying clarity that Allison wasnt just capable of hurting hershe could kill her if she wanted to.

But Allison, without hesitation or lingering, snapped the necklace chain and walked away, her steps unhurried, as though the encounter was beneath her notice.

Kaelyn scrambled to her feet, desperation clawing at her as she turned to Colton, pleading, Sir, this is all a misunderstanding, please Get out! Coltons patience snapped as his boot connected with Kaelyns side, sending her sprawling once again.

The smell of urine, sharp and acrid, hit his nose, and his temper, already at its peak, spilled over.

The Stevens family doesnt have room for someone with sticky fingers.

Meanwhile, Allison had already stepped out of the villa, her phone in hand, and dialed a familiar number.

When the call connected, her voice was calm, almost light.

Rebecca, Im divorced, and Ive moved out of his villa.

My house and car are still in Vrining.

Mind if I crash at your place for the night? On the other end of the line, Rebecca Green went from silence to squealing joy within seconds.

Holy crap! You finally divorced that idiot! Forget crashingyoure staying over for a party! A singles party! Even from a distance, Allison could hear Rebeccas exaggerated laughter bubbling through the phone.

If the folks at Cobweb find out the founder is back, the servers will explode! .

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