The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 221

A little over a year ago.

Back then, when she still believed there was hope for her marriage.

Love has always been one of humanity’s greatest interests.

Nina was no different from anyone else.

At the time, there was nothing she wouldn’t do if it meant capturing her husband’s heart.

Her hair styled to perfection, an expensive custom dress that emphasized her figure, heavy makeup and perfume sharp enough to sting the nose.

Even after adorning herself with all of that, Ash didn’t give her so much as a glance.

Then one day, a trend began sweeping through high society.

A beauty mark on the face as an accent.

Especially the so called tear-dot that was said to entice the opposite s*x.

Most people treated it as childish superstition, but Nina wanted to cling to even that kind of rumor.

Was it because she genuinely wanted to be loved?

No. Around that time, the foundation of her fixation had already turned into hatred and resentment, not love.

She wanted to make him submit to her somehow.

So even when going to bed, she would draw the mark and pray that tomorrow would be different from today.

But what would change just because she drew a dot under her eye?

Naturally, all she got in return was a look full of contempt.

‘He must have thought I was ridiculous because my intentions were so obvious.’

Women like hyenas circling him were always hovering around anyway.

And in that situation, when Sophia put on a dot and lingered around Ash, Nina snapped.

If a young lady is slapped by a duchess in front of witnesses and becomes known as someone who makes advances on another woman’s husband, what kind of end could she possibly meet?

…The fact that a count’s daughter ended up engaged to a slow witted second son who wasn’t even the heir was entirely Nina’s doing.

No matter how anyone looked at it, there was no way Sophia would have wanted this marriage.

Anyone who saw George’s foolish face would think the same.

But what was the point of thinking about this now?

Nina swept her gaze across the Beverleys’ banquet hall.

To clearly signal an engagement party, pure white roses symbolizing a new beginning were arranged all across the tables.

Perhaps thanks to House Bernard, quite a few guests had come even though this was the engagement of a Viscount’s second son.

And George and Sophia, the stars of the day, were walking around the hall greeting guests one by one as if to make sure everyone noticed them.

‘This will cause problems whether they break the engagement or not.’

If they break it off, people will talk no matter what the reason is. But with this many guests…

‘If it comes out that George is involved with the drug, this marriage can’t possibly go through.’

The drug was an issue even the imperial family watched closely.

So Nina didn’t think this engagement would proceed to the end.

But how could she pretend the pain Sophia must have suffered until now had never happened?

It was a past buried in her memory, yet it was also a responsibility she couldn’t turn away from. Her expression darkened.

“If you’re feeling unwell, Wife, we can return even now.”

“No…”

Nina looked at Ash with her eyes drooping slightly.

“Do you remember the daughter of Count Bernard?”

“Yes.”

So that was why.

Why he’d told her earlier that they could leave if she wanted.

‘Of course he’d remember.’

She had practically mauled the girl right in front of him.

Nina closed her lips with a bitter smile.

Sophia was approaching with George in tow.

“Allow me to greet you properly again. I am Sophia Bernard. I never imagined the two of you would attend my engagement party, so it’s an honor.”

Nina lifted the corners of her mouth as she looked at Sophia standing before her.

She was pretending to smile brightly as if she were happy, yet in those deep brown eyes that faced her, clear resentment lingered.

Even if she apologized now for what happened back then, it would only be self indulgence.

“Congratulations on your engagement.”

When Nina offered her well wishes with an effortfully calm expression, Sophia’s lips twisted spitefully.

“Y-You should go g-greet the other g-guests, shouldn’t you? I-I’ll attend to the Duchess.”

George pushed Sophia aside.

“What are you saying, George? We should greet them together. Mother and Father told us to.”

“N-No. I should a-attend to these t-two personally. Can’t you see the D-Duchess is uncomfortable b-because of what you d-did before?”

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