Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 12

Chapter 12:Allison, I understand where you're coming from.

Even if you're just lashing out, it's okay if you're not ready to divorce.

Melany bit her lip and continued: I really care about Colton.

Even without a marriage license, I am willing to be by your side.

I'm aware that my sudden reappearance may seem like a slap in the face, but love, after all, follows its own rules, and I ran into it first.

Today, Melany was wearing a flowy red dress, in stark contrast to her fragile and innocent bearing.

To Allison, the vision seemed like that of a tragic play, in which the heroine's efforts only highlighted her desperation.

If you are willing to let him go, I will do everything I can for you.

After all, there is no love lost between the two of you.

You can keep the title, but what I want is Colton's heart.

Melany was searching for a reaction, waiting to see Allison lose her cool.

But Allison maintained her composure, her face a mask of calm resolution.

He raised his hand, cutting off Melany's performance with a gesture that spoke louder than words.

Wait a minute.

I haven't had breakfast, and it wouldn't be nice if I ended up throwing away my breakfast.

But since you're so interested in me stepping aside, I guess you know you're on the wrong side of this, right? Allison's voice was as indifferent as a winter's frost.

How do you plan to make amends if I give it to you? Melany stood paralyzed, tongue-tied.

Allison continued, a wry smile at the corner of her lips.

How about you show me gratitude right now.

So, you can start with my blessing, like a fresh slate.

Her laugh was filled with sharp sarcasm.

You remember when you wanted me to be at your wedding.

If you're so committed to Colton, this small gesture shouldn't be too much to ask, right.

Melany's face drained of color, clearly lost.

You're overreacting, Colton growled, pulling Melany to protect her.

You think making these comments will win me back.

Before he could finish, Allison had already turned on her heel and was heading to the service counter.

Just a little joke, she said with a detachment that said it all.

Allison's heart had been weathered and scarred, leaving her indifferent to his anger.

You're not rushing to get a divorce, Colton.

Or you're thinking about it.

Colton was speechless.

He wanted to burst out, but before he could collect his thoughts, Allison was already gone, as if she couldn't be bothered with the mess that was left.

Oddly enough, this same one.

Tomorrow, he had been mired in frustration, wondering how to handle things if Allison suddenly regretted the divorce and started clinging to him.

However, seeing her now, walking away with such finality, only awakened something uglier inside him.

Inside the courthouse, the staff ushered Allison inside.

As they walked, one of the employees asked, "Where is your husband? Has he arrived?" Allison's eyes darted around the room to where Colton and Melany were, practically joined at the hip.

The staff, following her line of vision, blinked in surprise.

It wasn't every day you saw someone bragging about their new love when they hadn't officially divorced yet.

Sympathy was reflected on the employee's face.

Finally, after going through all the divorce procedures, their marriage was officially over.

As they turned to leave, the staff hesitated for a moment, then looked at Allison and asked.

He said quietly: I hope you replace happiness.

Melany, who was a few steps away, froze.

She could feel the heat of the critical gazes around her.

But she managed a smile, even as she bit the palms of her hands with her nails, a deep resentment simmering beneath her calm facade.

If Allison hadn't gotten in the way, she'd be Mrs.

Stevens by now.

Colton… Melany's voice became sweet, and as soon as they left, she clung to his arm like ivy to a tree.

Lowering her gaze demurely, she said: We were supposed to be together from the beginning, but I was sent abroad.

And these last three years with you and Allison barely hanging on.

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all because of me.

But now that you're divorced, maybe you can still be friends.

You should console her.

I'm sure she's destroyed.

Allison barely registered the words.

Ella Colton scoffed, an irritation rising in him for reasons he couldn't place.

Allison didn't seem remotely moved.

It's not always the same.

Melany's voice was honeyed, but her words carried thorns.

No matter how tough a woman may seem, nothing means more to her than her husband.

Even the strongest woman falls apart after a divorce.

Her eyes slid to Allison with a certain gleam, and she added, The poor thing must have been so heartbroken that she couldn't sleep last night.

Look at those dark circles… and, oh, he even has a few mosquito bites! Colton, you should comfort her, it's my…Your fault, after all.

Colton stopped mid-step.

His brow furrowed as his gaze shifted to Allison, taking in the faint marks visible just below her neck.

There, on his collarbone, were unmistakable red marks.

But they weren't mosquito bites.

Everyone present was an adult, and there was no doubt what those marks meant.

Last night, Melany continued, her voice syrupy.

I was a mess on the yacht.

He didn't even leave his room.

I'm sure she just wanted to be left alone.

His words dripped with malice now, a thinly veiled attempt to sever any remaining ties between Allison and Colton.

Colton's face hardened as he walked toward Allison.

Why do you have marks on your collarbone Who were you fooling around with last night.

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