The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 0
‘What did I do last night…?’
No matter how hard she thought, the only memory she had was of drinking heavily with her friends to celebrate Friday night.
She did fall off her bed by accident before going to sleep, but to be in this much pain?
So-young thought today’s hangover was particularly bad as she lifted her eyelids.
‘…What? Am I still not fully awake?’
She blinked rapidly.
An antique ceiling molding and chandelier, like those in a medieval noble mansion.
This was her bedroom from her previous life, a place she could never return to.
‘What a horrible dream.’
She’d rather be dreaming of being chased by a madman.
A dream about her miserable and pathetic past life.
Just as she was about to close her eyes to wake up from this dreadful nightmare.
“M-Madam, are you awake?”
This voice…
So-young turned her head toward the direction of the voice.
A woman in her early twenties with brown hair and brown eyes, and freckles on her nose.
“…Marsha?”
Marsha, her personal maid, the only one who was on her side in the horrible marriage she had brought upon herself, was standing there with tears in her eyes.
“You’ve finally woken up! I was so worried about you!”
In her relief, she tried to sit up, but a sharp pain exploded in the back of her head as if it had been split with a hatchet.
“Ow, what is this…”
“Don’t you remember? You fell down the stairs yesterday.”
“What?”
So-young, who had been groaning in pain, opened her eyes wide in shock.
If it was the day she fell down the stairs…
There was only one day that this happened before.
And it was the most humiliating day of her entire past life.
“You shouldn’t move yet. I’ll call the doctor, so just lie still, okay?”
As So-young froze with a pale face, Marsha tucked the blanket around her and hurriedly left the bedroom.
Left alone, she sat up with a confused expression and touched the back of her head.
“What is this…”
The rough texture of the bandage, the rustling hair between her fingers.
The sensations were too vivid for it to be a dream.
“No way…”
She turned her creaky head to look at the mirror standing against the wall.
Cotton candy-like lovely pink hair and sky-blue eyes, a haggard face with dark circles under her eyes.
Ducal Lady Nina Taylor.
No, Nina Bayern—the Duchess of Bayern.
The infamous wicked wife and the only stain on Duke Ash D. Bayern’s reputation.
Her former self was staring back at her from the mirror.
And it was the exact image of her at the peak of her dark history.
