The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 20
She recalled how shocked she had been upon learning ‘that incident.’
Even though she knew it was reliable information, it was so unbelievable that she had to confirm it multiple times.
The guests gathered here would surely react the same way upon hearing this story.
“Madam, what do you mean, it would have been better that way?”
“We want to know too, tell us quickly.”
Rebecca, who had been giggling softly, spoke in a lowered voice once the anticipation among the guests reached its peak.
“Well, it seems Duchess Bayern went to the Duke’s bedroom in the middle of the night and was thrown out.”
The guests’ faces showed undeniable shock.
“Oh my…”
“No, what do you mean…?”
As the women blushed in embarrassment and covered their lips, Rebecca continued, pretending to be sympathetic.
“I heard she demanded her marital rights, and after being rejected, she was so hurt that she overturned the bedroom and drunkenly fell down the stairs. I felt so sorry when I heard that.”
“No matter how desperate, how could she think of seducing him with her body…?”
In a world where modesty was a virtue for noblewomen, seduction was considered the act of a courtesan.
Moreover, to be thrown out…
If this news spread in high society, Duchess Bayern’s reputation would plummet, and she would be scorned as unchaste.
‘As expected…’
Just as Rebecca had anticipated, the guests began to tear apart Duchess Bayern’s reputation.
“Duchess Bayern was once the most admired woman in society. With such a prestigious family and flawless beauty, everyone thought it was unfair when she married the Duke…”
“Indeed, who could have imagined that the esteemed daughter of such a grand family would end up begging for her husband’s love?”
Rebecca smiled gently, lowering her eyes as the guests clicked their tongues and shook their heads.
She knew they were pretending to be sympathetic while inwardly mocking the Duchess’s plight.
After all, these very people had been instrumental in tarnishing the Duchess’s reputation over the past two years.
‘Soon this story will spread throughout society as well.’
Rebecca felt immense satisfaction thinking about the inevitable fall of the Duchess of Bayern’s reputation.
Nina Bayern.
A peer of her own age and the esteemed daughter of the renowned and historic Taylor family, just like her own family, the Wessler Dukedom.
Rebecca had always detested Nina.
Debuting in society around the same time, they were constantly compared, and Rebecca was always the one underestimated.
‘But then…’
Ash D. Bayern.
Nina had married the very man Rebecca had secretly admired for years.
Hearing about their engagement had been devastating for her.
Her animosity towards Nina had only intensified when her parents, driven by their rivalry with House Taylor, forced her into a political marriage with the Duke of Nord.
‘Since the daughter of Duke Taylor married Duke Bayern, you must marry someone of equal stature. We have arranged a match with Duke Nord, so be prepared.’
Duke Nord.
Unlike the nearly perfect Duke Bayern, Duke Nord had nothing going for him except his title and family name.
Not only was he short, but his belly was noticeably protruding.
Everyone knew he enjoyed making crude jokes and appraising women as if they were livestock.
Though nobles couldn’t avoid arranged marriages, how could they make her marry such trash?
Rebecca had even resorted to a hunger strike in protest.
She was already sick of being compared to Nina Taylor in every aspect, and now her marriage would be compared too!
Yet, as with many young ladies of her time, she had no choice but to obey her parents.
But then, that high-and-mighty Nina began to crumble rapidly after her marriage.
An unloved wife.
A paranoid, possessive, and abusive spouse.
Rebecca finally managed to shake off the sticky sense of defeat that had clung to her.
Even though her short-statured husband continued to turn her stomach…
‘At least it’s better than not being loved by your husband.’
Nothing gave Rebecca more pleasure than Nina’s miserable marriage.
‘…I wonder what expression she’s wearing now?’
A low, malicious gleam flickered in Rebecca’s eyes as she sipped her tea.
