Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1124:

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Abram’s hands were clenched tight.

The piercing stares and murmurs from the onlookers were more torturous than death itself.

He had been successful for years, rising to prominence as a celebrated designer.

Now, everything lay in shambles.

“It was me. I took your designs. I have your old drafts.” Abram inhaled sharply.

Realizing that it was better to confess right now than face arrest and interrogation later, he chose to speak.

“Ms. Clarke, I admit my mistake.” He feigned a tearful display. “I can give back every one of your original drafts. I’m prepared to kneel and apologize.”

With that declaration, Abram knelt, making a resounding thud.

He didn’t hesitate for a second.

Abram knew that he must act to save his own future. Hoyt’s affluent family could shield him from repercussions, but Abram faced a different fate.

He had already alienated the Lloyds, and Fabian held him in contempt. Should the police take him next, not only would his career be over, but his personal safety would also be at risk.

“Ms. Clarke, I beg your forgiveness! Greed blinded me momentarily. I’ve admired you for so long. I’m your big fan! That’s why I emulated your style…”

As he pleaded, Abram bowed deeply, seeking compassion.

Gone were his arrogance and confidence. He now appeared a sorrowful, abandoned figure.

The crowd’s reaction shifted from astonishment to revulsion.

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒: 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸𝖼𝗈𝗆

“People were right — Ms. Clarke’s work was plagiarized!”

“Has Abram been copying work all these years? It’s no surprise the studio’s quality has plummeted.”

“What a vile scheme. They conspired to frame her!”

“Without Grace’s proof, imagine the lies that would have tarnished Ms. Clarke.”

“How can Abram even attempt to justify himself? If I were in his shoes, I’d vanish from sight!”

The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, each word a stomp on his already crushed dignity.

Yet, Abram was beyond caring. He continued his display of humility, hoping that it might influence Allison as it once had.

Previously, during a rift with the studio, Allison’s kindness had led her to leave her design drafts behind.

Abram wept even more bitterly, thinking that in this way, he could evoke her kindness again and earn her forgiveness.

“Ms. Clarke, even if forgiveness is beyond reach, please don’t involve the police. I’ll hand over all my earnings from these years as compensation!”

He believed in the eventual soft-heartedness of women and was taking advantage of this trait.noveldrama

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