Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 1

Chapter 1: I have filed for divorce.

Colton Stevens approached impatiently, his frustration almost palpable.

Four million should give you a lifetime.

Allison Clarke's face froze for a moment.

Her nails dug painfully into her palm as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Today is our third wedding anniversary, he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

We can't at least finish this meal together.

She smelled of cooking oil and smoke, and her hair was tied up in a simple black clip.

A few loose strands framed her face, giving her a neat but simple appearance.

Today had to be different.

He had spent hours preparing a table full of his favorite dishes to celebrate their anniversary.

Instead of receiving his gratitude, they told him that they were getting divorced.

Colton scoffed, his eyes cold and distant.

Even if we finish this meal together, I will never love you.

Plus, Melany is back.

She is proud and will not tolerate this situation.

A flash of softness crossed her face at the mention of Melany Johnson: a warmth that had never been reserved for Allison, no matter how hard she had tried.

She had gone out of her way to care for him, cared for his parents, and sacrificed everything for years.

But none of that had been worth more than a passing glance.

Melany was the one who had his heart, she always had.

She had left him three years ago, breaking off their engagement and going abroad.

However, now, with a simple word from her, Colton had easily accepted her return and had decided to divorce Allison without a second thought.

Allison gripped the edge of the table as if trying to stabilize itself against a sudden gust of wind.

Your grandfather knows it.

Colton let out a high-pitched, mocking laugh.

Don't think you can hide behind grandpa.

He is in the hospital and can't stand the stress.

My parents agree to the divorce.

In fact, Melany met with them today.

Allison's heart sank, an icy chill ran through her veins.

She had been celebrated as a genius perfumer, renowned hacker, and designer of weapons so sophisticated that even world leaders sought her out.

For three years she had buried all traces of that brilliance, becoming in the perfect housewife.

Recently, he had landed a rare opportunity with Cobweb, the most elusive intelligence network, in hopes of helping the Stevens family close a deal.

A crucial deal.

An opportunity like this was almost impossible to get.

However, now everything seemed like a cruel farce.

So, Melany is at your parents' house, she asked, her voice breaking.

Naturally.

Colton smiled, his features softening as if thinking about Melany brightened everything.

They just had dinner.

Melany has always gotten along well with my parents.

They've been praising her all night, saying how thoughtful and understanding she is.

And you all knew she was coming back, Allison murmured, her voice thick with disbelief, "but you left me in the dark.

" Her eyes shone, with the deep sting of betrayal.

Thoughtful and understanding.

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how ridiculous.

Her parents used to make the same comments about her.

Colton looked at her impatiently.

It wasn't on purpose.

The butler forgot to mention it.

Don't start creating drama where there isn't any.

He looked at her then, really looked at her, and for a moment, his expression changed to one of disdain.

Allison had always been delicate, her skin flawless and her features striking, especially her light eyes.

and bright.

But none of that mattered.

It was boring, that was all.

The ideal housewife, yes - everything he could have wanted in a caregiver for his parents - but living with her was suffocating.

Allison ironed the clothes and prepared meals with precision every day.

His routine was so predictable that Colton never had to wonder what he was doing.

She was the perfect housewife, obedient and completely dedicated to staying at home.

But he was more than tired of her.

And whether you accept it or not, you're leaving tonight.

Colton hesitated, realizing how harsh he sounded.

You can move to Starfish Villas.

Take the villa; It's yours.

I had researched Allison.

He came from a modest rural background, had left school early and had not seen much of the world.

If it were not for saving his grandfather's life, he would never have married into the Stevens family.

In her mind, offering her the villa seemed more than generous for someone with her humble origins.

But Allison's face showed no gratitude.

Instead, he offered her a thin, cold smile.

So, she's moving now.

Allison didn't care about the villa or the four million he offered her.

He could earn much more as a high-level hacker.

What hurt was being discarded after three years of loyalty.

Colton sighed and said, The second-floor room was always his.

Melany is back and has no other place to stay, so I told her she could move.

If you're still here, she'll feel uncomfortable.

Her silence was enough to bother him, assuming she wasn't happy with the arrangement.

Her frustration increased.

Don't pressure her.

You have to know when enough is enough.

He looked at his watch, clearly counting the time.

Now that I have filed for divorce, we will see each other in court in a few days.

You better start preparing and hire a lawyer.

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She didn't finish.

I know what I have to do, Allison cut him off, her voice breaking with disgust.

Her mind returned to a childhood memory, when she was blind and in serious danger.

A boy carried her for three days and three nights, saving her life.

That boy had said his name was Colton Stevens.

Now, three years after they were married, that same boy was forcing her to leave.

Time had a strange way of turning people into strangers.

"I'll go," Allison said, returning to the present.

He stood up and looked at Colton firmly, his distance clear.

From now on, we don't owe each other anything.

Colton let out a sigh of relief.

Good.

As if nothing had happened, the housekeeper, Kaelyn Thorpe, appeared at the top of the stairs, struggling with a suitcase.

Sir, her parents called and said that Mrs.

Clarke has to leave right now, so I packed her things… Oh no! Before she could finish, she gave a dramatic scream and pretended to sprain her ankle.

Allison's suitcase fell down the stairs, spilling her belongings everywhere.

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