The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 125
[ā¦Itās nothing special, just make sure this ends up where the Madam can see it. Enough to make her suspicious of her husband. Itās not that hard, is it? If we want to keep making side money, we need to make these kinds of effortsā¦]
Now, the instructions had escalated from merely collecting her secrets to outright sowing discord between husband and wife.
Ninaās gaze grew cold.
āThereās no way that manās so-called brother-in-law thought this up on his own.ā
Would someone whoād only ever picked up her gossip until now suddenly attempt to drive a wedge?
No matter what kind of rumors they fed her, Rebecca had no way to verify the truth.
Sheād had her fun for a long time through their exchanged letters, and the trust(?) built up over time.
Even if they just made things up, thereād be scraps to pick up, so who would risk such a dangerous scheme for that small reward?
āThe fact that they earned pocket money through something like this is insane in itselfā¦ā
Slandering a noble is at minimum twenty years in prison, possibly even the death penalty.
And to target her own husband?
āThey must really have been hurt by that scratch back then.ā
If Ash found out about this, heād likely dig up every last person behind it.
Not only would they lose an informant whoād been so useful, but they themselves could be ruined. What on earth were they thinking?
āTheyāre truly wicked people. How could anyone think of destroying a family with such a vile trick?ā
Marsha, who had quietly come to read the letter with her, furrowed her brow.
Thank goodness she had settled things with her husband and regained her senses after her regression.
If Duchess Nord had tried this scheme before her regression, just thinking about the consequences sent chills down her spine.
Knowing her own personality in the past, thereās no way she would have let it go quietly.
āWhat on earth am I going to do about thisā¦?ā
Sheād planned to stay still for a while, just to keep an eye on Duchess Nordās movementsā¦
But the malice packed into this single scrap of cloth was too blatant.
It was one thing to spread bad rumors about her behind her back, but thisā¦ this was crossing a line.
āMadam, what will you do?ā
āā¦Iām still thinking.ā
Their marriage wasnāt exactly happy as it was. Should she just help it end in misery a little sooner?
She couldnāt recall exactly when it had happened in her previous life, but she remembered rumors that Duke Nord had been unfaithful.
His womanizing was well-known, so it wasnāt a shock to anyone except Rebecca, for whom it was a bolt from the blue.
A certain saying came to mindā
If you wait quietly by the riverbank, the corpse of your enemy will float by.
Just like that, even if she did nothing, Rebecca would find herself in hell soon enough.
āMaybe sheās already living in hell.ā
Rebeccaās object of desire was Ash, but her husband was Duke Nordāa hopeless wretch.
Still, since sheād received something, shouldnāt she send something back?
āWhat would make a good giftā¦?ā
Nina thought it over for a long time.
Should she stir up discord like Rebecca, or start a rumor?
She went over the options again and again, but in the end, nothing seemed as effective as acting like a loving couple with her husband and flaunting it in front of Rebecca.
āRebeccaās one-sided love is still ongoing.ā
But would her husband even cooperate?
That ākissā on the palace balcony had been impulsive.
As she pondered, Nina shook her head.
āFrom now on, weāll act like a perfect couple when weāre out in public.ā
If she said thisā¦
āAre you insane?ā
ā¦that kind of reaction was sure to follow.
āI should buy some time for now.ā
It would be too wasteful to use the footman just to provoke Rebecca.
Better to use him as a Trojan horse, or as evidence if thereās a trial.
There must be a more effective way to use him.
Nina collected the letter and envelope from the drawer and received the key to the basement from Jeffrey.
Jeffrey was in charge of the key to the basement where the footman was locked up.
āThis smell is unbearableā¦ā
Arriving at the basement, Nina wrinkled her nose and covered it with her hand.
This was the lower level of the wine cellar.
Because it was a damp, windowless space with no sunlight, the hygiene was abysmal.
The stench of mold and unknown substances felt like it was rotting her lungs.
A perfect place for a sewer rat who lived off eavesdropping and spreading othersā stories.
Erica
Good! Iām glad sheās not just waiting and taking some action against this. Nord keeps pushing boundaries because she never gets in trouble for her insane actions. Itās about time Nina does something! Let the little rat fall into a trap she deserves!