The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 132
ââŚCome to think of it, itâs actually for the best.â
When Rebecca had given that order, she had just recently returned from the capital and was still quite agitated.
She had expected to see that woman floundering in despair, but instead, Nina appeared arm-in-arm with that man, as if to mock Rebeccaâs hopes.
Her insides twisted with envy.
By her side stood Frederick, who was in no way better than Duke Bayern, acting as if he belonged there.
ââŚThe Bayern manorâs staircase must be as high as its prestige. I hope youâre managing well physically.â
Unable to contain her momentary anger, she let her true feelings show.
No matter how foolish Nina Bayern was, there was no way she wouldnât suspect there was an informant after hearing something like that.
But anger at her suspicious husband, and the sight of the Duke and Duchess of Bayern growing closerâas if to spite her expectationsâclouded Rebeccaâs judgment.
To give orders when that woman was already suspicious was dangerous.
If that cowardly fellow had actually followed through, she would have been the one caught.
âWhat on earth happened between that vulgar display and the charity event?â
What could have changed their frozen relationship of two years?
âNo wayâŚâ
A certain suspicion suddenly flashed through her mind, but Rebecca shook her head with a bitter laugh.
âNo, impossible.â
Would they become a real couple now, after all this time? If they had meant to, they wouldnât have spent two years in separate bedrooms without even consummating their marriage.
âEither way, I canât just sit still.â
No matter what it took, she would drag that woman down beneath her feet again.
A venomous malice glimmered in Rebeccaâs eyes.
***
Catherine of the Barrington Barony.
It was a brief acquaintance made in the capital.
Baron Barrington had once vowed to repay Nina for saving his daughter from disgrace, and sure enough, he had.
âShould I be happy about this or notâŚ?â
Nina sighed as she looked down at the monthly magazine Catherine had sent.
She remembered how shocked she had been when she received the magazine yesterday.
Her name was printed in huge letters on the cover story, after all. How could she not be embarrassed?
[Lady of the Month, Duchess Nina BayernâŚ]
âItâs embarrassing, but itâs not a bad thingâŚâ
It described her lecture at the charity event, the incident where she saved a boy named Collin, and how she welcomed guests from a country called Osk and received praise from Their Imperial Majesties.
Thatâs what the article was about.
Tabloids and gossip rags always made their money off of spicy stories packed with scandal.
By comparison, her storyâfocused on good deeds and far from any gossipâwouldnât exactly boost sales.
But the fact that it was the cover story seemed to be proof of Barringtonâs determination to repay her favor.
âIs it because of the magazineâŚ?â
Nina had received twice as many invitations as usual.
She would need to call Marsha and Melanie for help to send out mass, formulaic repliesâthere were that many.
On top of that, these days, even letters from various charities asking for donations were piling up like a flood.
âI donât even have money to spend, what donationsâŚâ
Thanks to Henryâs paintings, she might not end up as a pauper, but even if she acquired them, it wouldnât be cash she could spend right away.
If she wanted to prepare for the worst, she had to keep cash on hand, so why would she ever donate?
Besides, most of these so-called charities were practically scams.
Without a second thought, Nina decided to use all the letters from the charities as kindling for the fire.
But thenâŚ
âMarsha, is there something you want to say to me?â
Early in the morning, after receiving the dayâs newspaper and mail from Marsha, Nina asked, half-asleep.
Marsha had been squirming for a while, as if she was dying to say something.
Normally, Nina would have just ignored it, but Marsha was too restless to leave it alone.
âMadam, um⌠I was wondering ifâŚâ
âIfâŚ?â
âYouâre not⌠with child, are you?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
Nina, who had been reading her mail half-reclined on the sofa, sat up in surprise.
Pregnant?
Marsha let out a sigh.
And Nina couldnât tell if it was relief or disappointment.
