The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 189
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Ash was pushed out without resistance by the hand on his back and stood outside, looking into the greenhouse in stunned silence.
Nina, smiling brightly, was laughing as she faced Henry. The very person who had just been the cause of Ash’s expulsion.
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With just a single pane of glass between them, it felt as though his world had been completely cut off from hers.
Ashâs brow furrowed heavily like water-soaked paper.
His wife, smiling continuously with warm eyes fixed on Henry.
The young painter shyly scratching his head and laughing in front of her.
âItâs not about the sponsorship, so donât worryââŚ?
He would have preferred if they had been discussing the sponsorship.
Because if it wasnât that, then it meant they had some other reason for their personal meeting.
âBut where could I find a man whoâd just give me a child and nothing else, no strings attached?â
âŚWas she testing if that guy was the kind of man who could âjust give her a childâ?
Ashâs sharp gaze pierced through Henryâs face.
Golden blond hair and blue eyes.
Softly drooping eyes and a delicate, fragile impression overall.
There wasnât a single feature in common with himself, so it couldnât have been that Nina was interested in him for that reason⌠or could it?
Perhaps it was because he looked nothing like Ash that she could choose him.
Even when they lay side by side in the same bed, it was only Ash who couldnât sleep, too conscious of her presence.
Even after their kiss, nothing had changed between them.
Despite her past obsession with him, she had now completely wiped away all interest in him.
âBut that guyâŚâ
The second son of House Reginald, who would be grateful just to be tied to the Taylors by blood.
A man in no position to refuse Ninaâs demands, no matter what she asked of him.
Someone she could neatly cut ties with after achieving her goal.
The perfect man for the role she had described.
At the moment Ash realized this truthâŚ
A chilling sense of danger swept from his head to his toes.
Henry, whom he had privately considered beneath him, no longer looked so laughable.
His fists clenched, and his teeth ground tightly together.
When had they grown so close that she would invite him into their home?
What kind of conversation were they sharing that brought about such affectionate smiles?
Had she developed feelings for him?
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A flurry of questions surged within him, each one begging to be asked right now.
He wanted to fling the door open, turn his wifeâs smiling face away from Henry and back toward him.
He even felt the violent urge to push Henry aside for smiling shyly at his wife.
Ashâs storm-gray eyes burned even fiercer as they locked onto the greenhouse.
He felt so ridiculously small, so consumed by jealousy for the first time in his life.
âŚWas this the kind of emotion his wife had been battling for the past two years?
In the past, Nina had expressed these impulses without holding back, raw and unfiltered.
Back then, he had written her off as a crazy woman.
But now, he was beginning to understand her, if only a little.
And in that moment, one thought flashed through his mind.
âI should have reached for her when I had the chance.â
When she had asked for the duties of a married coupleâŚ
Instead of wounding her so cruelly, what if he had tried to communicate with her seriously?
If he had done that, maybe she wouldnât have had that devastated look on her face when she later demanded a divorce.
But even these regrets were only possible because he had finally allowed her into his heart.
Now that he didnât want to let her go, what was he supposed to do if she insisted on leaving?
âŚWhat could he do to hold on to her?
Ash’s jealousy slowly sank into silence as he watched the two of them talking affectionately beyond the glass greenhouse.
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Ashâs behavior had struck her as odd for a while now.
He claimed the position of patron, spending money freely, yet showed not the slightest interest in any of the benefits that came from it.
Even for someone wealthy, this wasnât a matter of throwing away a few pennies.
And yet he bore massive expenses just to prevent the possibility of a scandal?
For any ordinary couple, maybe, but she was that Nina Bayern.
In the eyes of the public, she was a crazy, abusive wife.
Delusional. Obsessed.
For him to spend that much simply to stop rumors that would be dismissed as baseless anyway. It had never quite made sense to her, and that doubt had always lingered.
She had even begun to wonder. Was this man just paranoid about gossip and throwing money around because of it?
But now she realized that she had been completely off the mark.
âTsk, I thought something was off⌠so thatâs what it was?â
