The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 110
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A grand carriage, escorted by knights, entered the Nord ducal estate.
It was the carriage carrying the estate’s master and mistress, returning from the capital.
However, when the door opened, only Rebecca stepped out.
Accepting the knight’s escort, she gracefully placed her feet onto the ground, offering a soft smile and greeting before making her way inside.
Trailing behind her was Bene, her exclusive lady-in-waiting, her face set in a grim expression.
A short while later—
“Bring me the whipping boy.”
“…Yes, Madam.”
After dismissing Bene, Rebecca retrieved something from a drawer, her expression darkening with a glimmer of cruel intent.
A thin wooden rod, decorated with strips of leather at the tip, resembling the stamens of a flower.
A riding crop.
As she ran her palm over the frayed and tattered leather, the door opened, and a young boy entered, led by Bene.
“Turn around.”
“Ugh… ahh…”
The whipping boy.
In noble households, when a child of the family made a mistake during studies or displeased a tutor, this boy would receive the punishment in their place.
But in Duke Nord’s estate, the whipping boy existed solely for Rebecca’s amusement—nothing more than a vessel for her frustration.
“Hurry up now. You should at least earn the food, clothes, and shelter I so generously provide for you, shouldn’t you?”
“Uhh… uh…”
The boy, no older than twelve, trembled as he reluctantly obeyed, hesitantly removing his shirt before slowly turning his back to her.
His thin, malnourished frame was already covered in a web of old wounds.
For a time, he had been spared from beatings because Rebecca had been in a good mood.
Most of his recent wounds had started to heal.
But now, as he braced himself for what was to come, his body tensed, and his eyes squeezed shut.
A sharp whip tore through the air—
Followed by a vicious strike against his fragile back.
Thwack!
Thin red welts bloomed across his pale skin.
“Bene, do you know why this boy is being punished?”
“…I apologize, Madam.”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Because you failed to do your job properly.”
Bene’s expression darkened.
“You couldn’t even complete a simple task like spying. Tsk. And because of that, that woman won.”
Thwack! Thwack!
The boy bit down so hard on his lip that it nearly bled, suppressing his cries.
He knew from experience—making noise only prolonged his suffering.
After a while, Rebecca, her forehead damp with sweat and her arm sore from exertion, finally set the riding crop aside.
“Take him away. And bring me Hans.”
Bene helped the boy to his feet, and he staggered weakly out of the room.
Rebecca calmly wiped the sweat and blood from her riding crop with a handkerchief before tucking it back into the drawer.
“Look over there—your husband is ‘once again’ hitting on another woman.”
Nina’s voice echoed in Rebecca’s mind like a cursed refrain.
Her husband had left the carriage mid-journey, claiming he had plans to meet his friends. He had said he’d be back after dinner, but the idea of him going straight to a friend’s house rather than returning home first was deeply suspicious.
It was as if he had something sweet hidden away somewhere, like a honey jar.
And she couldn’t even corner her husband about it, disinclined to seem like an obsessed woman like Duchess Bayern…
Griiiit.
The seeds of doubt planted by that woman were gradually sprouting.
Rebecca had no feelings for her husband, and she had never even tried to love him. Their marriage had been nothing more than a forced union, imposed by her parents.
But still.
His infidelity was an insult to her pride.
There were two things that Rebecca had unilateral victory in over Nina—her reputation and her marriage. However…
All of a sudden, things had become like this?
That woman got praised by her Majesty the Empress, and she had even kissed my first love?
“Madam, you called for me?”
“Hans. Have you received any letters?”
“No, nothing of particular note, Madam…”
Hans bowed his head.
Since the owners of the estate had both been away, there had been no significant news.
“…Wouldn’t you like this?”
“Pardon?”
Rebecca reached up and began removing her earrings, one by one.
A pair of exquisite yellow sapphire earrings, something Hans would never be able to afford, no matter how hard he worked for a year, maybe even longer.
“If you complete this task properly, I’ll give these to you.”
“W-What is the task, Madam?”
“Oh, don’t be so nervous. It’s nothing too difficult.”
She smiled. It was a slow, deliberate, and calculated smile, and she watched greed flicker in Hans’s eyes.
Erica
I think we’ve waited long enough for this insane woman to be taken down. How much longer are they going to continue to let her do these things?! A “whipping boy”, REALLY?! She’s absolutely insane and she has the gall to call Nina deranged?! I hope that whatever mess she tries to do now finally gets her exposed as the TRULY deranged duchess. Nina ain’t got nothin on this psycho!