The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 133

“These days, there are rumors going around.”

“How can you catch a star without looking at the sky? Why would such rumors even— Ah…”

Was it because she’d gagged in the dining room at lunch that day?

“Honestly, I wish I had a sky to look at.”

I may have a husband, but I have no lover to share a night with, so what’s this about being pregnant?

She was married, yes, but in both her past and present life, she hadn’t even kissed a man… Being asked if she was pregnant was going too far.

She fell into a quiet sulk.

“Apologies, I spoke out of turn.”

“I’m not upset, it’s fine.”

If she actually were pregnant, no one could say how that would affect the divorce, so it was only natural for Marsha to ask.

Still, it was incredible how many rumors could start from just one bout of gagging.

At this rate, she thought, she might even have to be careful just about coughing.

Just then, Marsha, who was tearing open the letters set aside for kindling on Nina’s behalf, spoke up.

“…Madam, but I think you should check this.”

“What is it?”

“It’s an invitation from the Dunklin Marquisate…”

“I’m not even considering going there, not for a second.”

Just thinking about the ‘secret friend’ proposal that the Marquis had made to her in her previous life made her skin crawl.

‘To think someone like that was considered a man of such good reputation. What a rotten world this is.’

And even if she did go, all the money would end up in the Marquis’s pocket; she’d rather just throw it away in the street.

Why would she ever attend? She’d only end up losing money.

“Still, I think you should take a look at it.”

Nina took the Dunklin invitation card, a puzzled look on her face.

“Hm…?”

She read the card over with a disinterested expression, but her face suddenly stiffened.

“House Nord…?”

[with. House Nord]

It was because of the listed guest at the bottom of the invitation.

‘Were the Nord Duchy and the Dunklin Marquisate close?’

Nina, frozen in place, frowned and searched her memories from her past life.

She couldn’t recall, but her mental ‘big data’ was telling her there was some suspicious connection between the two.

Rebecca, who always picked a fight for no acceptable reason.

Duke Nord, filled with inferiority toward Ash.

And Marquis Dunklin, who, as soon as his own family collapsed, had proposed being ‘secret friends’ to her—a girl younger than his own daughter.

With trash like that gathered together, of course it reeked.

But why on earth were those people gathered together?

‘If only I’d known I’d return to the past, I would have paid more attention to what was going on around me…’

Two years from now, she knew the Delphinium Foundation’s corruption scandal would explode and the Dunklin Marquisate would fall, but that was all she knew.

She’d been ignorant about their deeper connections.

After all, her only concern had been her husband, and once her family collapsed, she’d hardly had a chance to learn about the world.

‘…Still, knowing that Dunklin Marquisate would go down was something, at least.’

Nina swept her cold gaze over the invitation.

[Angels of Delphinium,

You are hereby invited to the exhibition of up-and-coming artists sponsored by the Delphinium Foundation.]

It was an invitation to an exhibition hosted by the Delphinium Foundation.

Seeing House Nord among the invited guests, perhaps the Nord Duchy was the Fund’s newest member.

‘But those people aren’t the type to donate to charity…’

She hadn’t planned to accept the Marquis’s invitation, but seeing that guest list, she couldn’t not go.

…She felt as if she had to attend, if only to keep an eye on them.

If it was a place where a mandatory donation would be expected, she might hesitate, worried about the expense.

‘But since it’s an exhibition, I don’t have to spend money unless I want to, right?’

If there wasn’t a single painting she liked, she could just not buy anything.

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