Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1050:

“Ms. Clarke is right. If you have anything to confess, now is the time. Think about your family. If you die, what will become of them?”

Her words struck a nerve. Barton’s face, already pale, grew even whiter. He hadn’t just taken Nova’s deal for money — his family was in her grasp.

He had known the risks but never expected things to spiral out of control.

Nova’s message was clear: she had abandoned him and expected him to take full responsibility. That was the only way his family could survive.

“No… no one instructed me,” Barton said weakly, his voice trembling.

Realizing the inevitability of his fate, he stopped resisting.

If his death would protect his family, so be it.

A bitter smile spread across his face.

“Ms. Clarke, you just had bad luck. I chose you because I don’t like people like you.”

He straightened slightly, speaking with a mix of defiance and resentment.

“You elites think you’re untouchable, but for once, someone like me played you!”

His laughter turned wild, and in a final act of desperation, he lunged toward Allison.

“If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me!”

But before he could reach her, Kellan stepped in, pinning Barton to the floor effortlessly.

Kellan’s face remained unreadable, but his voice carried unmistakable authority.

“Take him away. Deal with him.”

“Yes, sir!”

Barton’s eyes widened in shock, his muffled protests lost as the guards dragged him away.

Nova turned to Allison, her face a mask of regret.

“Ms. Clarke, I deeply apologize for this. It’s my fault for trusting the wrong person.”noveldrama

Her words sounded sincere, but there was something unsettling in her gaze.

“Perhaps I could make it up to you with a meal sometime?”

Allison caught the hidden meaning behind her offer.

Both women understood what had happened, and neither would forget.

Allison’s response was calm but cutting.

“No, thank you. I’d hate for you to be misled by someone else during dinner.”

She saw through Nova’s games. Barton’s silence wasn’t loyalty — it was fear, a product of Nova’s control.

“Ms. Clarke, you’re quite amusing. I’ve learned a lesson from today’s incident and surely will be more cautious in the future,” Nova replied with a tight smile.

She believed that she had covered her tracks, but the day had not gone as planned. Instead of gaining the upper hand, she had been humiliated.

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