Chapter 100:

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Colton’s face turned sickly pale as he stumbled back. “Are you out of your mind?” His attempt to stop Allison’s car was met with the deafening roar of the engine and a sudden, sharp acceleration.

Allison’s car showed no sign of slowing down. In the blink of an eye, the vehicle was almost upon him—Bang!

Instinctively, Colton yanked Melany by the arm, and the two tumbled awkwardly to the side of the road, narrowly avoiding disaster.

“Allison, you’re completely insane!” he shouted, disbelief and fury twisting his expression. He hadn’t expected her to be so ruthless. Judging by the car’s speed, she hadn’t touched the brakes—she had truly intended to run them down.

Melany, equally shaken, couldn’t hold back her tears, this time fueled by genuine fear.

“She was really trying to kill us! She’s evil!” Her voice trembled as sobs wracked her body.

Colton rose to his feet, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. But instead of slowing, Allison’s car sped off, leaving only the acrid scent of exhaust fumes—a mocking reminder of her control over the situation.

Despite the shock, Colton couldn’t afford to back down. Gripping Melany’s arm, he growled, “Come on. We’re following her.”

Melany hesitated, clearly terrified, but eventually slid into the passenger seat of Colton’s car, her reluctance palpable. Determined yet cautious, Colton followed at a safe distance. His attempt at stealth, however, didn’t escape Allison’s sharp eyes.

Glancing in her rearview mirror, Allison noticed them immediately. A derisive smirk played on her lips.

“Still following, huh?” she muttered to herself. If she didn’t deal with them now, they’d keep dogging her every move.

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Allison expertly maneuvered through the city streets, cutting corners like a seasoned driver before pulling into the shadowy depths of Muisvedo. She parked her car in an alleyway, long forgotten by civilization. As Colton took in the surroundings, his expression darkened with distaste. Muisvedo had earned its reputation as a breeding ground for trouble, particularly after nightfall. With its abundance of dive bars, the streets were often a stage for drunken brawls and wayward souls struggling to scrape by. Violence simmered beneath the surface, and more than one scuffle had ended with someone drawing their last breath.

“Isn’t she supposed to be with Mr. Lloyd now? What is she doing in this place? Don’t tell me she’s heading into one of those seedy bars!” Melany scoffed, her voice dripping with venomous glee. “I never pegged Allison as the type to enjoy the nightlife.”

Every opportunity Melany had to tarnish Allison’s reputation, she seized with both hands. What had once been an attempt to sway Colton’s affections had now evolved into something fueled by jealousy over Kellan. Why should Allison, of all people, have a better life than her?

The pair trailed Allison at a safe distance, close enough to observe her every move, but far enough to avoid detection. Just as they rounded a corner, a staggering drunk lurched towards Allison, his eyes lighting up as if he’d stumbled upon a rare treasure. “Hey there, gorgeous! Feeling lonely? How about you and me share a drink?” he slurred, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tugged at his sagging pants. His lecherous gaze roamed over Allison, and he extended a filthy hand toward her face. Colton’s brow furrowed at the sight, his instinct to protect flaring up.

After all, Allison was still his ex-wife.

But before he could take a step forward, Melany lightly touched his arm, stopping him with a casual gesture.

“Hold up, Colton. Don’t you remember how Allison can handle herself? She’s been hiding her claws from you for years. For all we know, this could be a setup. What if she’s trying to drag you into a mess with that drunk? You might end up looking like a fool.”

To their surprise, Allison flashed a smile so bright it could’ve disarmed anyone. “You want my company? Careful what you wish for,” she said, her voice as sweet as sugar.

The drunk blinked in bewilderment, momentarily spellbound by her sudden charm. But before he could say another word, Allison’s knee connected sharply with his groin.

“Ahhhhhh!” The man screamed, raw and animalistic, as he doubled over, clutching his pain.

Colton flinched, feeling a phantom ache as he watched the brutal blow.

“She’s nothing like she used to be,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on the woman standing tall before him. It was as if he was seeing a ghost of his past—one that had shed its gentle skin.

There had been a time when Allison had been all softness, trailing behind him like a loyal shadow. Even when he lashed out at her in his darkest moods, she would soothe him with words as calm as a still lake.

But now, in the aftermath of their divorce, he saw her clearly. Allison had never bowed to anyone — except, perhaps, to him during the three years they’d shared.

That version of her was gone, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had let her slip through his fingers for good.

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