Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 205: After Devin was thrown out onto the street like discarded trash, he lay there, attracting a crowd of curious onlookers.

Their whispers buzzed around him, each word a dagger to his pride.

What a disgrace! Above him, Sherman stood tall, looking down with cold disdain.

Filth like you shouldnt even dream of Ms.

Clarke, Sherman sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

If you ever pull this stunt again, youll be taught a harsher lesson.

Devin didnt dare to fight back.

Instead, he nodded frantically, his voice trembling as he groveled.

I was wrong, okay? Please, show mercy! Shburned inside him, but with the crowd dispersing, Devin scurried into the shadows like a rat.

Clutching the phone number Melany had handed him, his rage simmered.

Allison, if youre going to play dirty, dont blme for responding in kind, he muttered under his breath, seething.

Once, hed hesitated out of sfoolish loyalty to their childhood bond.

But that softness had backfired.

If kindness didnt work, then hed show her just how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted.

Meanwhile, at the company, Allison was busy mixing perfumes, having already forgotten all about Devin.

In her mind, he was nothing more than a coward one who bullied the weak but crumbled at the first sign of resistance.

After today, she figured hed learn his place.

The whole situation was just gossip material to laugh about later.

But just as she was about to pack up for the day, her phone rang.

The number was unfamiliar.

She answered without much thought, but froze the moment Devins voice cthrough.

Allison, looks like youre raking in the cash these days.

Ever thought about finding your parents and doing right by them? Allisons blood ran cold.

What are you talking about? Im talking about that photo of your mother the one you used to keep under your pillow every night.

Ive got it.

If you want it back, meetat Grinders Diner.

And bring a hundred thousand dollars, or III make sure you regret it.

Fine, Allison responded, clenching the phone in her hand, her eyes narrowing into slits.

She thought she had lost that photo.

Even after turning the orphanage upside down searching for it, it had never turned up.

Apparently, Devin had it this whole time.

Her expression darkened.

She knew this was a trap.

Though a hundred thousand dollars wasnt even a dent in her fortune, Devins greed was disgustingly insatiable. That photo was just the bait.

Hed want more later, no doubt.

Fine.

Shed get the photo back and then deal with him once and for all.

Arriving at the secluded café, Allison found it empty.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she entered the private room.

And there he was Devin, grinning smugly behind a cup of coffee.

Allison, he purred, gesturing toward the table.

Have scoffee, and then we can discuss the photo.

Devin flashed a crooked smile as he slid the cup of coffee across the table, his fingers lingering on the lip for just a moment too long.

Fine.

Allison twirled the spoon lazily, her gaze never leaving his.

The faint glint of triumph in Devins eyes didnt escape her notice.

Even a blind person could have sensed something was off about the coffee.

So, wheres the photo? Her words were slow, deliberate.

Devin grinned, his eyes glinting as he reached into his jacket.

Right here, he said, waving the photo teasingly before her.

Now, wheres the money? In the briefcase.

See for yourself, Allison replied smoothly, patting the sleek black case at her side.

Devins attention snapped to the briefcase, his greed flashing across his face as he imagined the stacks of cash inside.

Rising from his chair, his hunger took over.

In the brief moment his back was turned, Allisons fingers moved swiftly, switching their coffee cups. Hand over the photo, and the moneys all yours, she said calmly.

Whats the rush? Devin smirked, settling back into his seat, barely able to conceal the glee in his eyes.

Since youre being so generous, lets enjoy a cup of coffee together first for old times sake.

Allison stirred her cup again, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked up at him.

A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

You didnt add anything to the coffee, did you? Her tone was light, almost playful, but the challenge was unmistakable.

Devins grin faltered for half a second before he covered it with mock innocence.

How could there be? I wouldnt dare! Without missing a beat, he lifted the cup to his lips and took a long sip, E.n. draining it entirely. See? Im drinking it myself.

Allison feigned a moment of relief, taking a slow, measured sip from her own cup, her gaze never wavering from Devins.

Honestly, Devin began, leaning in slightly, his voice dipping into something that sounded like sincerity.

I never wanted things to get so ugly between us.

If youd just been a little kinder, we wouldnt be here.

I really did like you, you know? Why couldnt you just givea chance? givea d Confident that his plan had succeeded, Devin relaxed into his seat and played the pity card.

And when we find your mother, Devin continued, his voice dripping with feigned emotion, we can live together and take care of her for the rest of her life. Isnt that what you want? Allisons lips curled into a sneer, her eyes flashing coldly.

Why not take care of your own parents? Is it because you have no family?.