The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 6

“Marsha, do you know why I fell down the stairs?”

“What? That’s…”

“You know, the whole house is buzzing with rumors.”

Marsha’s pupils shook as if there was an earthquake.

As she said, everyone in this mansion knew that the mistress had been thrown out of the Duke’s bedroom in the middle of the night.

The servants gossiped about the reason behind her injury whenever they gathered in groups.

“Madam, if I hear anyone talking about that, I’ll tear their mouths apart. If I tear enough of them, no one will remember it…”

Nina chuckled as Marsha clenched her fists in anger at the gossiping servants.

“Really, you think you can do that with those little hands? You’d be lucky not to get hurt yourself.”

“Even if I just pull their hair out, they’ll be more careful. I can do anything for you, Madam.”

Of course, Marsha really would do that.

She had stayed with her, the one responsible for the family’s downfall, until the very end, serving her loyally.

“Well, those rumors are out there, and I’m tired of living like this. So, I’m going to divorce my husband.”

“Are you really serious?”

“Yes.”

“…Alright, if that’s what you want, I’ll do my best to make you look your best.”

Nina chuckled at Marsha’s enthusiastic response and made a joke.

“So, you weren’t doing your best before?”

“Oh, Madam, you know that’s not what I meant! Anyway, I’ll show you my full skills, so don’t be surprised.”

“Uh, no, you don’t have to go that far…”

She wasn’t going out, just making sure she didn’t look too bad for others to see after a few rough days.

Nina widened her eyes in surprise at Marsha’s enthusiastic voice.

Despite pretending not to be, Marsha had been deeply worried for days, but now she smiled brightly, telling Nina to trust her. Soon after,

“How does it look? Do you like it?”

“I look wonderful…”

Pale, clear skin, slightly flushed eyes as if she had been crying, and smooth pink lips without a hint of chapping.

Her sickly complexion had transformed into that of a delicate, fragile beauty.

Nina, staring at her reflection in the mirror with a captivated look, stood up with confident eyes.

With this innocent and delicate look, her husband might believe she was no longer the obsessive wife she used to be.

Nina took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and opened the door.

‘You can do this, it’s no big deal.’

If she quickly got a divorce, changed her name, and started anew, this pathetic past would be just a memory.

Lifting her trembling eyelids, Nina straightened her back and took a step forward.

***

The Nesman Empire citizens loved tea so much they had eight tea times a day.

Ash was no exception.

He was in his study, enjoying a light lunch tea while reading a letter from his nephew.

Ian, now just ten years old, was staying at the academy dormitory, and he had written that he got good grades in the midterms and had grown taller.

‘…He must have grown a lot.’

The last time he saw his nephew’s face was two years ago.

After winning the third trial, he had sent Ian straight to the boarding academy.

The woman who had manipulated the trial to marry him wouldn’t leave his nephew alone…

And most importantly, he didn’t deserve to see the boy’s face.

His eyes darkened for a moment.

“…Get out of my way. I need to see my husband.”

“His Grace has ordered that no one is to be let inside.”

“Just tell him I need five minutes for something important. If not, I’ll wait here until he comes out.”

Ash pressed his forehead with his large hand.

A throbbing headache.

His wife’s faint voice from outside gave him a headache.

After refusing to see her for days, she had finally come in person.

Well, now that she had come, it would be faster to deal with her himself.

That damn woman had a habit of relentlessly tormenting the servants until he showed his face.

But isn’t that what he paid the servants to handle?

Ash continued his work, as if he had no interest in what was happening outside.

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