Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 11

Chapter 11:This man was not only skilled, he was a master of his craft.

His reflexes were razor-sharp, cat-quick, and honed.

It was obvious that he had been trained from the cradle, just like her.

Reflexes like his were not only taught in a classroom or a dojo, but were forged in the fire of life or death confrontations, battles that tested your mettle and turned the survivor into something much more dangerous.

He was the kind of man who not only fought to the end, but dragged you into the abyss with him.

That kind of cruelty was deep, like a stain that couldn't be removed.

You could see it in his eyes: he took risks, even when the odds were sky-high.

The best way to deal with a man like this Simple: avoid lighting the fuse.

There's no point in asking for more trouble than you can handle.

As these thoughts fluttered through her head, Allison's phone buzzed like a swarm of angry bees.

At first he ignored it, but it didn't stop.

Finally, she swiped her finger across the screen and an avalanche of missed calls filled her notifications.

It was already eight-thirty.

She had arranged to get a divorce from Colton.

Looking at herself, Allison let out a long, tired sigh.

Her clothes were a disaster: buttons were missing, the fabric was torn, as if she had been shaken by a hurricane.

If he came out like that, people would think he had just crawled out of a street fight.

He rummaged through the closet and put on a clean shirt as soon as possible.

While she was getting dressed, she sent a quick message to her friend.

I'm fine, don't worry.

I'll tell you later.

Before leaving, Allison paused at the edge of the bed, her eyes narrowing as they fell on the nightstand.

He took a piece of paper and some money, leaving it under the gun that was there.

Your performance was terrible.

Consider this your tip after a deduction.

It wasn't just the ruined clothes, he had left her to pick up the pieces of a night he'd rather forget.

Generous Maybe.

But that didn't mean she had to be a fool.

As she headed for the door, Allison fixed her shirt and smoothed her hair, dialing the cruise manager's number with one hand.

Make sure all traces of my presence are erased.

Also clean the surveillance.

Understood, ma'am.

We'll take care of it, was the respectful response.

He sped toward the courthouse, but by the time he stopped, he was already half an hour late.

Curiously, the sadness he expected to feel that day never came.

After three long years of false hope, it seemed that the well had run dry.

The only thing left was a silent void, an empty space where there had once been feelings.

Colton was outside, leaning against the car like a statue, glancing at the clock every few seconds.

Melany had her arm around him and whispered something in his ear, her eyes shining with adoration.

Colton, don't go against your grandfather's wishes.

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There he is.

As soon as Colton saw Allison, his expression hardened like stone and His brow furrowed into an angry wrinkle.

If you're thinking of dragging your feet or backing out at the last minute, don't bother.

I have already made the decision to marry Melany.

Save yourself the trouble of playing.

His voice was thick with impatience, as if he could already see through what he thought was her latest ploy.

I already told you yesterday, he added, his tone cold, “not even tears will change my decision.

” Allison got out of the car just in time to hear his words.

His stomach turned from not having had breakfast, but it wasn't just hunger that made him nauseous.

He had always known Colton was cold, but this… this was something else entirely.

She looked him straight in the eyes.

I don't regret it.

Not then, not now.

The truth was, Allison had known for years that the man before her was not the same man who had once promised her the world.

But he had clung to the hope - however foolishly - that maybe - just maybe - he would remember the past, that the boy he used to be would resurface.

But now, with the curtain about to fall, he could see it.

Colton wasn't just different; He was a stranger, someone she barely recognized, someone she didn't even like anymore.

With a calmness that surprised even her, she said, Instead of wasting time accusing me of playing games, how about we get this over with.

Allison didn't wait for a response.

He took out his documents, including the divorce papers, as he walked towards the doors of the courthouse, his face unreadable.

"I have no intention of dragging this out any longer either," Colton replied coldly.

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