The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 5

“Marsha, I need to change clothes. Bring me something clean and neat.”

“Yes…”

Marsha, who hadn’t been able to carry out Nina’s orders properly for three days, left with a dejected expression.

Seeing her so downcast for something that wasn’t even her fault made Nina feel both sorry and fond of her.

‘Well, it’s because she’s so kind that she couldn’t leave me until the end…’

Even after the Taylor Duchy fell and everyone else left to fend for themselves, Marsha stayed by her side until the very end.

“Madam, I’m sorry…”

“What are you sorry for?”

“I keep feeling so sleepy…”

“…It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. You can rest now.”

“I’m… going to sleep for just a little while…”

“…Alright. Sleep well. Let’s make sure we meet again.”

That winter, so harsh that they couldn’t endure it even when they covered themselves with discarded blankets and huddled together for warmth.

Marsha’s blind loyalty, having wandered the streets with her for two years, ended only in death.

And not long after, Nina followed her.

Though they couldn’t meet in the afterlife because of her reincarnation.

“Damn it…”

Recalling those old memories made her nose tingle with emotion.

Marsha, who returned just then, saw her and hurried over in surprise.

“Madam, are you feeling unwell? Should I call the doctor?”

“…No, I’m fine.”

Nina shook her head.

Her body still ached from the lingering bruises, but that wasn’t the reason.

She felt this way because she remembered how foolishly loyal Marsha had been, enduring hardships to stick by her undeserving mistress.

With a sorrowful voice, Nina said,

“…Let’s change clothes. Help me get dressed.”

“Are you truly okay…?”

She nodded, but honestly, she wasn’t okay at all.

Facing and conversing with someone who had witnessed her at her worst?

She felt like she wanted to disappear into thin air.

She wished no one knew or remembered her, but she couldn’t avoid it forever out of embarrassment.

To prevent the fall of her family and the miserable end she and Marsha faced, she needed to muster up the courage she didn’t have.

That was the only way to change the future.

“All done. Now I’ll do your makeup.”

“Okay.”

With Marsha’s help, Nina changed into a thin silk dress with lace collars on the neckline and wrists.

For something found in her luxurious dressing room, it was a clean and simple outfit.

Nina took out a neat pearl hairpin from the dressing table drawer.

“Use this to put my hair up today.”

“Um, isn’t this too plain for you, Madam?”

“No, it’s just right. There’s no need for heavy makeup today. Just enough to even out my skin tone.”

Marsha’s eyes widened at her orders.

She seemed surprised that Nina, who usually wore heavy makeup even at home, was asking for something different.

Nina smiled faintly and said,

“…I’m going to divorce my husband.”

“W-W-Whaaaat?”

“It’s exactly that. I’m going to get a divorce.”

I should have done this a long time ago.

From the start, our relationship was like a mismatched button.

How can you love someone who deceives and blackmails you?

Did she think that just because she was pretty and came from a good family, he would love her someday?

That he couldn’t back out once they were married?

How selfish and foolish.

‘…It’s late, but I need to correct my mistakes now.’

Marsha, trembling as if something was terribly wrong, asked in a worried voice,

“Madam, do you feel dizzy or have any memory loss, or do you feel different from usual?”

“I thought you’d be happy to hear this, but instead, you’re treating me like I’m sick. That’s too much, Marsha.”

Hadn’t she been the one who wanted me to get divorced more than anyone else, seeing me deteriorate day by day in a meaningless marriage?

‘For a whole year, she told me countless times that I shouldn’t live like this, but she gave up when I wouldn’t listen.’

I was a bit taken aback that she treated me like a patient instead of showing any joy at my mention of divorce.

“I’m happy that you’ve decided to get a divorce, Madam, but it’s sudden, so I’m worried and scared. And you are a patient…”

Tears welled up in Marsha’s eyes.

She was looking at me with such worry, as if I had a terminal illness, over what was just a bump on the back of my head.

She must think something is wrong since the obsessive mistress suddenly wants a divorce.

But don’t worry, Marsha.

I’m not dying.

In fact, I’m more clear-headed than ever.

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