Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Inside the villa, Kaelyn was practically on her last legs, kneeling in front of Colton and pleading desperately: Mr.

Stevens, I was not planning to surprise Miss Johnson on the cruise tonight.

Please allow me to correct my mistake.

I had served Melany for years and knew all of his tastes down to the smallest detail.

Colton frowned.

Melany had shown up unannounced and the party venue wasn't even prepared.

"I'll give you one last chance," he murmured, looking at his watch.

There were only three hours left until the cruise party began.

If you screw this up, you're done.

Not only will you be out of the Stevens family, but the next thing you'll see is a subpoena.

It was a double-edged sword: a lifeline and a threat.

Kaelyn swore to herself that she would not fail as she hurried away.

Colton turned and his gaze fell on the dining room table, piled high with food.

Frustration flared inside her, especially when her mind returned to the memory of Allison slapping Kaelyn.

Allison had maintained her composure, but there was something about her that seemed colder, harder than before, away from the docile and docile woman.

complacent man he had ever known.

But the thought passed quickly.

For him, Allison would always be that boring and submissive housewife.

Without him, I would be nothing.

Outside the villa, a sleek Lamborghini pulled up, and a woman got out.

Allison, honey! Rebecca rushed over and wrapped Allison in a warm hug.

You know, you could live in my house forever if you wanted.

Rebecca, the only daughter of the owners of the Eternity Group, practically owned half the city skyline.

A roof over Allison's head wasn't a problem.

So what the hell happened tonight? Rebecca asked, pressing close, her cheek resting against Allison's neck.

You still smell like cooking oil.

Don't tell me you were cooking for that jerk again.

Allison felt the familiar tightness in her throat, emotions rising as Rebecca's hug warmed her.

Let's talk in the car, she said.

Once inside the Lamborghini, Allison began to tell what what had happened that day.

His voice remained firm, but Rebecca's temper flared like a spark lighting dry wood.

Can you believe it? Colton was abandoned by Melany on their wedding day, and now he's trying to get back to her by divorcing you.

They were made for each other.

the other, two peas in a rotten pod.

Rebecca enraged.

And her parents! she added, anger rising like a storm.

You've been taking care of them for three years, doing everything you can for that family, and that's how they thank you.

Rebecca continued her tirade, her words sharp and biting.

Listen, she's lost her memory of that incident from her childhood, sure, but that does not excuse what he has done.

You have more than paid your debts in the last three years.

There is no point in pretending to be the woman he wants anymore.

You've wiped the slate clean.

Allison slouched in the passenger seat, her gaze distant as the world blurred past her window.

It's done.

We're at peace now.

For three years, she had conformed to Colton's image of the perfect woman.

She had ditched her heels, put her hair up, and settled for modest, boring clothes—one she didn't even like—all to reflect Melany.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't compete with the woman he truly loved.

Allison, the truth is, the Stevens family doesn't deserve someone like you.

Rebecca's voice softened, thick with the weight of emotion.

sensing Allison's exhaustion.

Divorce is a process, but until it is resolved, you will stay with me.

You're like a sister to me.

Allison gave a small smile.

Okay.

Growing up in an orphanage, Allison had never had a family.

But Rebecca had always treated her better than anyone.

Their conversation was interrupted when they arrived at an exclusive makeup studio.

Rebecca rolled down the window and enthusiastically greeted Mary Brown, a famous makeup artist.

Hello, Mary.

I have a little project for you.

Allison rubbed her temples, moaning softly.

Honestly, I'm exhausted.

I don't think I can handle the makeup tonight.

Oh, come on! You're not thinking about maintaining that tired, 'still waiting for him' look, right.

Yes.

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Definitely not.

Exactly! Rebecca's face lit up.

Relax and let the professionals work their magic.

They are top-level international artists.

Tonight, they will bring out the version of you that the world has been missing.

Thirty minutes later, the transformation was undeniable.

Almost everyone who saw her in the mirror was momentarily stunned.

Allison's naturally striking features had always been overshadowed by fatigue.

But now, with just a touch of makeup, she looked stunning.

Her long, feline eyes, accentuated by the perfect amount of shadow, were captivating without being over the top.

A delicate beauty mark drawn near the corner of her eye gave her a touch of almost rebellious daring.

Not even Rebecca could contain her excitement.

This…this is the Allison I remember! She pointed to a rack of dresses they were bringing in.

Honey, pick any dress that calls to you.

I have done everything possible for tonight.

We are going to celebrate your freedom on a luxury yacht, with eight gigolos with perfect figures.

I swear it's going to be a night you won't forget.

Allison waved her hand.

I'm not in the mood for men right now.

Rebecca gave him a knowing look, a bit frustrated.

You're not in the mood.

It's been three years.

You're telling me you haven't had any.

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needs in all that time.

Well.

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You definitely had.

Three years into their marriage, Colton claimed he was saving himself for Melany, refusing to touch any other woman.

So here she was.

, still a virgin.

She was not a saint.

She had her desires.

But she wasn't going to force anything.

Rebecca watched her carefully, sensing that she might still be clinging to the past.

It was time to bring out the heavy artillery.

You know there will be international perfumers at this party, right.

Including the brains of Charisma Company.

Don't tell me you're not curious to finally meet him.

Charisma was the most prestigious perfume brand in the country.

Allison had crossed paths with the CEO at an international perfume competition.

His creations had been nothing less than art.

For the first time in her life, she had a feeling of déjà vu, something reminded her of her mother's style.

But, like her, the CEO was an enigma.

He had never appeared in public, not even when Charisma rose to global fame.

Nobody knew what it was like, not even now.

Okay, let's take a look, Allison finally relented, piqued by curiosity.

After all, she had once hacked into Charisma's database, but had come up empty-handed.

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However, something inside him still whispered to him that this mysterious perfumer might be connected to his mother in some way.

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