Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1081:

Therefore, he had destroyed it all.

The chains of stereotype were harder to break than he had thought. And when the truth finally hit him, it was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving him drowning in regret and sorrow.

But by then, Allison had already moved on, walking down a new path with someone else at her side.

“Kellan, could you please pass me the Cupid necklace?”

“Of course.”

Their movements were so in sync, so seamless, that it was as though the universe itself had conspired to keep their connection unbroken. Allison, lost in her world, didn’t notice Colton’s presence at all. She simply accepted the necklace Kellan handed her.

The delicate chain sparkled like stardust, and each diamond was a tiny universe in itself.

With a soft, almost imperceptible click, she began to carefully remove each diamond, the sound like raindrops gently kissing the surface of a pond.

Her focus was absolute, as though the world beyond her hands had ceased to exist.

Kellan, who had been watching her, noticed a single strand of hair that had escaped its place, falling across Allison’s face. She was so absorbed in her task that she didn’t immediately realize it.noveldrama

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Kellan, with a tenderness that spoke volumes, reached out to tuck the wayward lock behind her ear.

In that fleeting moment, it felt as though time had paused. The air between them grew thick with silence, their heartbeats the only sound echoing in the stillness. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

His feelings for her deepened, like roots burrowing into rich soil. No matter what Allison did, to him, it was as if she were seen through a lens of magic, a filter that made her shine brighter than the rest. He was hopelessly drawn in, spiraling further and further into the depths of her world.

Desire and longing wrapped themselves around him like vines, making it impossible to look away.

Around them, a hush fell over the crowd. Those familiar with the finer details of jewelry work exchanged stunned glances.

“Who exactly is she? Look at how deftly she’s polishing the jewelry — it’s like watching a master at work! I’m amazed that she had acquired such perfect skills in her twenties.”

“If I’m not mistaken, the way she handles the pieces — whether it’s polishing or cutting — proves she’s no amateur. She’s a professional.”

“Take a closer look — she’s even restoring the fracture lines of the jewelry, pinpointing where every single broken diamond should go.”

“Wait a second… does that mean she’s the designer behind this brooch?”

Melany overheard the whispers, and they hit her like a punch to the gut.

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