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

Chapter 82: Colton! Melany rushed over, panic flashing in her eyes as she tried to help him to his feet.

He was sprawled across the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, his body a tangled mess.

His wrist, nearly shattered, sent searing pain through his bones with the slightest movement.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled to gather his thoughts and form words.

Youve all gone too far! Melanys voice cracked as she clenched her jaw, her eyes blazing with fury.

Who could have anticipated Kellans sudden appearance, let alone his man breaking Coltons wrist in broad daylight? Her gaze flickered toward the security cameras outside the building, a fleeting hope rising in her chest.

This is assault! Youve broken the law! Kellan responded with a light chuckle, clearly amused by her accusation.

His mood was almost buoyant.

Really? By all means, file a lawsuit or call the police.

Though youll find no witnesses.

And wouldnt you know it? The cameras are unfortunately broken.

Melanys face drained of color, her body freezing in place.

Everyone knew that Kellan had connections in both high society and the darkest corners.

Legalities, in his world, were mere formalities.

Mr.

Lloyd, Melany stammered, her voice trembling, what exactly did we do to offend you? Her attempt at diplomacy was laced with fear, but Kellan didnt even spare her a glance.

Offend me? You didnt.

Im just in a bad mood today, he said casually, his tone dripping with indifference.

Allison couldnt suppress a laugh at his blatant arrogance.

Kellan, it seemed, truly didnt care.

Without even turning his head, Kellan tossed a card toward Colton.

For your hospital bills.

Find your favorite stories at g Ɐ ln σ ν???? ????s., conn The card landed with a humiliating smack across Coltons face before falling to the ground.

The gesture was so insulting that even words would have failed to capture its full meaning.

Colton opened his mouth, ready to shout curses, but the movement pulled at his broken wrist, and a sharp gasp of pain escaped him instead.

Watching Colton and Melany wallow in their misery, Allison felt a rare flicker of satisfaction.

Quietly, she retracted the small blade shed kept hidden, then turned her attention to Kellan.

And what brings you here, Mr.

Lloyd? Kellan raised a hand, casually swinging a handbag.

You forgot this when you left.

I thought there might be something important inside, so I figured Id return it.

Allison blinked, momentarily surprised.

She had been so preoccupied with observing the houses décor for clues that she had completely forgotten her bag.

Thankfully, nothing of significant value had been left in it.

However, Colton overheard their exchange, and the ease with which they conversed felt like a punch to his gut.

The familiarity, the way they interactedit was undeniable.

These two were closer than he had ever imagined.

At that moment, the painful truth hit him like a freight train.

They were together.

Fueled by rage, Colton ignored the sharp agony in his wrist and staggered forward, taking several unsteady steps.

He was careful not to get too close to Kellan.

Through gritted teeth, he spat, So, its true! You two are living together! The pain from his wrist made his knees weak, and although he hadnt seen a doctor yet, he knew with certainty his wrist was broken.

Allison, how long has it even been since our divorce? Were you already lining up your next man while we were still together? Coltons fury was palpable as he glared at Kellan, who seemed completely unfazed by the accusation.

Then, as though a lightbulb flickered on in his memory, Colton recalled how, during that infamous yacht trip, Allison had coldly snapped a thugs arm without a second thought.

She had tossed money at the thug afterward, dismissing it as payment for his medical bills.

It hit him like a tidal waveKellan and Allisons behavior was eerily alike.

The same detached gaze, the same utter disregard for his anger.

His outbursts, his fury, it was nothing more than the wind blowing past them, irrelevant and beneath their notice.

Even their generosity, paying for medical bills, was a gesture of disgust rather than concern.

They simply wanted to clean their hands of the mess, as though his suffering was a stain they couldnt be bothered with.

Melany, still clutching onto Colton, wore a face of pure outrage.

Thats right! How can you treat us like this? she hissed, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

And Mr.

Lloyd, Melany continued, her voice sharpening, when we were in Athton, I thought you were only helping Allison out of a desire for peace, that you just didnt want to be bothered.

But now, seeing how close you two are, this is clearly more than friendship, isnt it? You always said you werent interested in Women, but here we are! Even if youve been with her, that doesnt mean you can take it out on us! .

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