Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

“Colton!” Melany’s voice shook, her eyes filling with tears that painted a picture of deep humiliation.

Gone was her usual softness, replaced by a pitiful beauty that anyone would want to protect.

Her tears cried out for comfort, but Emanuel was back in his home, clutching his prized tea set.

Allison stretched and yawned distantly, while Kellan savored the unfolding drama.

Only Colton, his heart filled with worry, moved to offer comfort.

Melany murmured, “In my heart, you are a real man.

Even though you have been deceived, you should not kneel down.

You have to keep your pride.

”

Colton's emotions churned with a mix of bitterness and anger as he watched his beloved plead with Allison.

“Miss Clarke,” she began, her voice tight.

“Even though you and Colton are divorced, you have to maintain some dignity, especially since he represents the entire Stevens family.

I know I’ve hurt you, and I hope you can forgive me.

I’m willing to kneel in your place.

”

Melany prepared to kneel.

“Even though we were the ones who hurt you first, you’ve kept it hidden for three years.

Maybe you just don’t like me, but I hope that after kneeling before you today, you’ll reconsider making things difficult for us.

”

Allison raised an eyebrow, almost applauding Melany's brazen move.

What a master of shamelessness.

Melany and Colton had lost a bet, and yet they were still trying to blame and guilt everyone else with tears and a kneel.

If Allison didn't know Melany's true nature, even she might have felt a twinge of sympathy.

Just as Melany's knees were about to touch the ground, Colton grabbed her by the arms, protecting her as if she was being unfairly attacked.

Fury simmered in Colton’s eyes as he snapped, “Allison, I don’t normally stoop to your level, but you’ve crossed the line! You’ve set us up.

For three years, you never mentioned your pottery skills or that you were Emanuel’s teacher.

Were you planning this humiliation all along? Aren’t you afraid of the consequences?”

“I mentioned my interest in pottery a long time ago,” Allison replied calmly.

“You just didn’t believe me, or maybe you never paid attention to it, just like the ceramic dog I gave you.

”

Colton was reminded of the smashed ceramic dog, and his confident accusation faltered.

A pang of guilt crossed his face as he met Allison's crossed arms and indifferent gaze.

“I’m really curious how someone could be as ungrateful as you,” Allison said, her tone thick with curiosity.

Colton’s fleeting sense of guilt evaporated.

“You!”

Kellan laughed softly.

Although everyone said he had a sharp tongue, Allison's ability to counter it was even more impressive.

Still, Colton's guilt in this situation was undeniable.

Colton's face reddened with anger as he struggled to come up with a retort.

“In the end, this is all a misunderstanding.

We were married.

Do you have to be so ruthless? My grandfather always said to leave room for future encounters.

You might need my help one day.

After all, I am the CEO of the Stevens Group…”

It was a hot bet, but Colton's elevated status prevented him from kneeling so easily.