Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 154: Of course I want to, but... Garry forced a tight, bitter smile, his eyes clouded with the weight of disappointment.

He had been drawing for years, pouring his heart into every sketch, yet it barely kept him afloat.

Fame? That had beca distant dream, one hed long stopped chasing.

Allison, however, cut through his hesitation.

I can guide you; Ill make your work even more famous than Onyxs.

Garry blinked, taken aback.

Surely, she was joking? Onyx wasnt just any artist he was a global sensation, dominating the comic world recently with an almost cult-like following.

Surpassing someone like that seemed absurd.

But seeing the calm, steady look in Allisons eyes, Garry was somewhat convinced.

His mind flickered back to the times she had critiqued his drawings, always with an eye for detail he could never quite match.

Could it be... was she skind of hidden genius? He swallowed nervously.

Well... you dont have to do this... Allison didnt bother with any pretense.

I have my reasons.

Theres something I need your help with.

Her words were blunt, leaving no room for negotiation as she pulled a sleek pair of earphones from her purse, holding them out to him.

Once the deeds been done, Ill help you connect with the best publishers in town.

I can elevate your work to heights youve only dreamed of.

Garry hesitated, disbelief mixed with doubt written all over his face.

It sounded too good to be true, and deep down, he knew there was no such thing as a free meal in this world.

Besides, doing something sketchy just for personal gain it didnt sit right with him.

Even though I want my comic to succeed, I cant bring myself to do something... unethical.

It wont be unethical, Allison replied smoothly, easing his worries.

I only need you to expose a plagiarist.

Today, with the media hovering around like vultures, she could have handled this quietly, behind closed doors. After all, she was the manager of Charisma Company, with enough power to pull strings in the shadows. But confronting Onyx openly was risky it could cause irreparable damage to her companys reputation. Thats why she needed someone like Garry to do this for her.

Seeing that Garry seemed willing to hear her out, she started explaining the situation to him in detail. Youve seen Onyxs comic, right? she continued, her eyes locking onto his.

In the later volumes, you must have noticed the details are sloppy, the style feels off, almost like a bad copy. After a deliberate pause, Allison lowered her voice and whispered, The truth is, they were not his work.

He stole my discarded drafts and passed them off as his own.

Garrys eyes widened in disbelief as the weight of her words sank in.

How is that possible? he muttered, shaking his head.

At first, it was too hard to accept.

Onyx was a legend in the comic world, known for his mastery.

But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

There had been an unmistakable drop in quality in Onyxs later works rougher lines, lack of detail, and so on.

And then there was Allison.

The womans skill with a pen was undeniable, capturing the essence of a scene with just a few deliberate strokes. The more Garry compared her work with Onyxs, the more something gnawed at him.

Her style, though different, carried a unique edge, one he couldnt quite place at first.

But then it clicked.

No wonder her style was so familiar! It was because Allisons brushwork and style were strikingly similar to sscenes in Onyxs earlier comics! Onyx had never been able to recreate that level of consistency in his more recent work.

As he connected the dots, Garry said slowly, If thats really the case, Im willing to help.

But... is there any proof that he stole your work? No physical evidence.

He kept my discarded drafts and passed them off as his own.

Allisons expression hardened as she held out the earphones to Garry.

But I have a plan to expose him.

I know his weaknesses, and I understand how his mind works; hes not as stable as people think.

She leaned in slightly, her gaze steady.

You scratch my back, and III scratch yours.

Fand money its all within reach.

But Im not forcing you to do anything.

The decision is yours to make.

Garrys mind raced.

He knew the risks.

Stepping up for Allison without solid proof could mean professional suicide.

If they failed, hed be humiliated and possibly blacklisted from the industry.

The stakes were high.

But as he replayed the precision of her drawing in his mind, the doubt faded.

It was clear to him now it was her hand that had shaped those iconic scenes, Notohyxs.

No imitation could match the original, not without telltale signs of OM e clumsiness. Allisons work, on the other hand, was flawless.

After a moment of tense hesitation, he made up his mind.

I accept.

He took the earphones from her, his hand trembling for just a ling for just for second before his grip tightened. His expression grew determined.

I dont have much reputation to lose anyway.

Even if this backfires, at least III know I did the right thing.

No regrets.

With that resolve, he felt a strange sense of peace.

He was stepping into the unknown, but somehow, it felt like the right path.