Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Mrs.

Clarke, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Kaelyn hurried down the stairs, looking extremely worried.

Maybe I can put everything in a bag for now, she added, hiding her disdain behind a sweet smile.

Kaelyn had always looked down on Allison, considering her nothing more than a poor country girl who had shamelessly fallen for Colton for a better life.

Colton frowned in frustration.

How clumsy you are, he snapped, looking at the scattered clothes.

Allison's suitcase contained very few clothes and hardly any jewelry.

She hadn't 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 could not be forced or faked.

Melany's baggage takes priority.

Put Allison's things in a storage bag, Colton added dismissively, looking at the broken suitcase.

"I'll have the housekeeper buy you a new morning.

" Allison gave a small, bitter smile.

That suitcase was the one I stole from the kidnappers when we were fleeing to save ourselves.

If it hadn't been for her, we would have drowned then.

For years, she had cared for that suitcase, just as she had cared for her marriage.

And now, like their relationship, it was destroyed.

Colton let out a cold laugh.

That story may fool my grandfather, but it doesn't work on me.

His 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 collect your things! Yes, sir.

Kaelyn began to pick up Allison's clothes excitedly, but deliberately stepped on them, dirtying them in the process.

In a sickeningly sweet tone, she scoffed: Miss Clarke, Mr.

Stevens' grandmother always says that people are like clothes.

Once a person's clothes are stained, it doesn't matter how much you wash them; the marks never truly go away.

Allison had always been kind to Kaelyn, even when she didn't have to be.

After all, Kaelyn was a distant relative of Colton's grandmother.

Years ago, when Kaelyn had made a mistake that almost brought her into conflict with Stevens family with Kellan Lloyd, the oldest 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' business project.

Back then, Kaelyn had felt grateful, almost humiliated.

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

It all came down to one thing: Colton's grandmother's favor had gone astray, and with it, so had she.

the family's attitude.

If the clothes get dirty, you're right, Allison said, her eyes fixed on Colton, "it's impossible to get them completely clean.

" She shrugged, a casual finality in her voice.

So I won't need them anymore.

Anyway, he'd never liked those vapid, shapeless things.

They had never suited him.

But when people screw up, he continued, in a cold, unfamiliar voice, "they have to face the consequences.

" The air in the room changed.

For the first time, Colton looked at Allison as if seeing her through a new lens: his usual softness had been replaced by a cutting edge.

Even Kaelyn felt the change, but she quickly put on an innocent mask, as if slipping into a role she had perfected.

"I only serve the Stevens family, Miss Clarke," Kaelyn said, her voice tinged with sweetness.

And since she's divorced….

A slap in the face! Kaelyn didn't have a chance to finish.

Allison's palm struck her left cheek with such force that the sound echoed through the room.

Kaelyn's eyes widened in disbelief.

How dare you hit me.

Because I felt like it.

If Mrs.

Stevens replaces out….

A slap! Another slap, harder this time, made Kaelyn stumble back.

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

The second blow caused Kaelyn to lose her balance and, as she fell to the ground, she sprained her ankle.

He screamed in pain, with a face of humiliation and fury.

Tears welled in Kaelyn's eyes, spilling over as she whimpered, "Mr.

Stevens, you've gone too far!" But before Kaelyn could let out any more complaints, Allison was on top of her again, her hand gripping Kaelyn's throat as she told him.

She ripped the necklace off her neck.

That's because of the suitcase and the clothes.

Kaelyn's face flushed as Allison grabbed her tighter, drowning her words in sobs.

And now I'm giving you back what I never gave you.

It belonged.

The necklace was a modest piece, an emerald pendant surrounded by diamonds, but what was important was not its value.

The engraving on the back made it clear that it had never been Kaelyn's.

You.

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are committing aggression! Kaelyn croaked, panting.

In her panic, she didn't even notice when her bladder gave way.

As Allison's grip threatened to suffocate her, Kaelyn's mind finally cleared and she realized with terrifying clarity that Allison was not only capable of hurting her, but that he could kill her if he wanted to.

But Allison, without hesitation or delay, broke the chain of the necklace and walked away, without haste, as if the encounter did not matter to her.

Kaelyn stood up, desperate, and turned to Colton, pleading: Sir, this is all a misunderstanding, please….

Get out! Colton's patience was broken when his boot hit Kaelyn's side, causing her to fall once again.

The smell of urine, pungent and acrid, reached his nose, and his temper, already at its peak, boiled over.

The Stevens family has no place for someone with sticky fingers.

Meanwhile, Allison had already left the chalet, with the phone in his hand, and had dialed a known number.

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

Rebecca, I am divorced and have moved out of your villa.

My house and car are still in Vrining.

Do you mind if I spend the night at your house? On the other end of the line, Rebecca Green went from silent to squealing with joy in a matter of seconds.

Damn! You finally divorced that idiot! Forget about staying the night, you're staying for a party! A singles party.

Even from a distance, Allison could hear Rebecca's exaggerated laughter bubbling through the phone.

If the people at Cobweb replace out that the founder is back, the servers will explode!.

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