The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 225
But the pain lasted only a moment.
“…What do you think you’re doing?”
Grip.
Ash had appeared at the perfect time and seized George’s wrist.
“U-Uaaagh…!”
With a force that felt like it was compressing the bone, George’s fingers sprang open, and Nina’s hair was freed.
“H-Honey?”
Nina rubbed her stinging scalp with her fingertips and looked at Ash.
His brow was crumpled like wet paper.
His eyes were stretched wide like a three-white gaze, bloodshot.
His lips were clamped shut in a rigid line.
The muscles along his neck protruded sharply.
His complexion flushed darker as if he were trying to hold back explosive rage.
He was making an expression she had never seen before.
“Please step back for a moment.”
At the shadowy voice that sank like dusk, Nina stammered.
“H-Honey, what are you trying to…”
“You will understand later.”
Tap, tap.
With veins bulging in his hand, he unfastened his collar button, then, still holding George’s wrist, dragged him into an empty room.
Then, click.
The door closed.
“……”
Nina stood frozen, then hurriedly grabbed the doorknob with a startled look.
Clack, clack, clack.
The door was locked.
“Please be careful. If even one fingertip of yours gets hurt, I can’t promise what I’ll do.”
His warning from earlier, when they stepped out of the carriage, flashed through her mind.
‘H-He wouldn’t actually kill him, right?’
She wanted to believe he wouldn’t go that far, but her mouth had gone dry.
Until now, she thought she understood Ash quite well.
Especially the way he changed when he was angry. That much, she had always believed she knew better than anyone alive.
There was likely no one in the world who had faced his anger more than she had.
But she had been wrong.
As he passed her just moments ago, she felt killing intent.
And not just any killing intent. It was stronger and more chilling than anything she had ever felt.
If the two of them stayed alone in there, something violently bloody might occur.
Panicking, she pounded on the door.
Bang, bang, bang— BANG.
“Honey, open the door. Honey!”
“M-Madam. I will bring my mother right away. She should have the room key.”
Had she recovered from the earlier shock?
Sophia’s deep brown eyes shone with newfound resolve.
“Will you really be alright?”
Nina asked anxiously.
Since she had been crying moments earlier, Sophia’s makeup was a mess.
If others saw her like this, she could easily become the subject of gossip.
“Yes. Even if I bring her, it should be me who does it.”
Sophia nodded as if it no longer mattered, then hurried away.
* * *
For some reason, his wife always managed to get caught up in incidents.
She used to be the one causing trouble, yet lately she was the one being dragged into it.
Perhaps because of that, he could hardly take his eyes off her.
Whenever she slipped out of his sight, anxiety churned, and he worried she might get hurt.
That was how things had been… until now.
Thump.
Ash threw George onto the floor like discarded luggage and spoke quietly.
“Even if you’re intoxicated on drugs, that won’t earn you forgiveness.”
He had once heard that some people grew colder the more furious they became.
He never imagined that description would apply to him.
Ash stripped off George’s jacket and shoved it into his mouth.
“Mmph, mmmmph…!”
It would be troublesome if the man screamed.
He had locked the door not to hold a rational conversation but purely for torture.
His gaze shifted to George’s hand.
The right one, perhaps.
The filthy hand that dared to grab Nina’s hair, not knowing its place.
Ash grabbed George’s jaw with his palm.
Judging by his dilated pupils, the man was completely drunk on the drug.
“I will give you exactly the punishment you deserve. No more, no less.”
Ash bent George’s fingers, one by one, almost gently.
Crack.
The bones broke cleanly, yet no scream leaked out thanks to the fabric stuffed in his mouth.
“Mmph, mmphh, mmmmmph…!”
Ash let out a cold, thin smile.
Seeing him thrash like a fish dragged onto dry land, convulsing from pain, was satisfying.
