Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 207: The next morning, bright and early, Devin arrived right on tat the Charisma Company building. This time, he was prepared.

Instead of loitering aimlessly like the day before, he stood a short distance from the entrance, clutching a banner and airing his grievances for all to hear.

Is there any justice in this world? Allison not only two-timed and abandoned me, her childhood sweetheart, but she even hit me! Allison, if you dont cout and explain yourself today, Im not leaving! A veteran at stirring up trouble, Devin knew exactly how to draw attention.

Positioning himself in a high-traffic area, he planted himself firmly on the ground and started wailing at the top of his lungs.

It was rush hour perfect timing.

People paused, turning curious eyes his way.

The crowd around him thickened with each sob.

The more bystanders gathered, the louder he cried, his face a wet mess of tears that painted him as the epitof misery.

I grew up with the supervisor of Charisma Company, Allison Clarke, he bemoaned, voice cracking.

Back when we were in the orphanage, I took care of Allison.

She even promised to marrywhen we got older! We dreamed of a beautiful future together.

And what happened? She married up, threwaway like trash, and even hurtin the process.

Is this the kind of person Charisma Company employs? Wheres the justice in that? The more he spoke, the more animated he became, thrashing on the ground like a fish out of water.

Allison! Dont think you can hide in there and ignore me.

I know youre in the building! You owean explanation! His outcry reverberated through the entire Charisma Company, quickly spreading like wildfire.

Meanwhile, Allison had just parked her car in the underground garage, completely oblivious to the chaos erupting outside.

She was heading towards the executive elevator when she noticed Aimee sprinting towards her, breakfast in hand, looking frazzled.

Ms.

Clarke, youve been working so hard lately, Aimee stammered, trying and failing to sound casual. Maybe you should take the day off? You know, get srest... Youre not looking your best today. Allisons sharp gaze locked onto Aimees face.

Just say it, Aimee.

Whats going on? Caught, Aimee faltered, glancing everywhere but at her.

That man from yesterday... hes back again.

This time, hes staging a scene outside, accusing you of being a gold-digger.

But dont worry the security teams keeping him out.

Still... hes causing a bit of a spectacle, and, uh, sreporters are starting to show up.

I just thought maybe youd want to stay away for now, avoid giving them more fuel. Allisons expression darkened.

She hadnt expected Devin to be this audacious.

He clearly hadnt learned his lesson.

Where is he now? she asked, her voice clipped.

Just outside the front entrance, Aimee whispered.

Hes causing a real commotion.

Got it.

Ill handle this, Allison said calmly, pulling out her phone.

She tapped out a quick message to Floyd: Get over here.

Remember to bring medication that can cause neurological disorders.

It looked like reasoning with a thug like Devin was futile.

Shed need to be more ruthless.

After receiving a swift confirmation, Allison slipped her phone back into her pocket and made her way outside.

The moment she stepped into view, the crowd instinctively parted, eyes widening as they took in her commanding presence.

Looks like yesterdays warning went in one ear and out the other, she said icily, her gaze fixed on the pathetic figure of Devin sprawled on the ground.

Her lips curled into a sneer.

And calling yourself my childhood sweetheart do you even deserve that title? If memory serves, you got caught stealing more than twenty times at the orphanage before they finally shipped you off to juvie.

We barely saw each other back then, did we? Her sharp tone cut through the murmuring crowd as she scanned the onlookers.

I hope you all know the difference between truth and lies.

Dont just stand around watching for entertainment.

As whispers spread through the gathering, the revelation of Devins criminal record did its job.

The crowds sympathetic expressions wavered, replaced by suspicion and doubt.

But Devin, undeterred, jumped to his feet.

Allison, didnt I steal for you? You were the one who was always so vain, demanding to do it! Naine Dushingmy entire future for you, and now youre threatening me? This was Melanys strategy: sow chaos and let the mud stick.

It didnt matter if the facts were twisted or fabricated; the more m accusations thrown out, the harder it would be for anyone to sort the truth from the lies. Devin knew all too well how easily public opinion could be swayed.

People didnt care about facts.

They just wanted something to gossip about, and right now, he was giving them plenty.

As Allison stood there, reporters flooded in, shoving microphones and cameras in their direction.

Spurred on by the attention, Devin whipped out a photo and held it up tically, his voice cracking with an expertly feigned sob. Look at this! I got a criminal record, stole, and ruined my life all because of this woman.

Now shes run off with a rich man and wants to ruincompletely.

Hows that fair? If you dont believe me, heres the proof! .