The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 3
‘Wow, the more I think about it, the more pathetic it is…’
Where is my husband?
Who is he meeting?
Find my husband immediately.
She tormented the servants, pestering them relentlessly, and when her husband’s absence continued, she frantically searched every hotel in the Bayern dominion.
In hindsight, it’s no wonder he stayed away for days on end.
After his despised and loathed wife drunkenly begged him for just one night, how could he stand to stay at home?
If she were in his shoes?
She would have fled to her family and prepared for divorce immediately.
Their relationship was already beyond repair, so what good would it do to empathize now…?
‘Even if I apologize and beg for forgiveness, he won’t accept it easily, will he…?’
A bitter look filled Nina’s blue eyes.
Forget forgiveness, he probably wouldn’t even believe in her change.
Human nature doesn’t change easily.
She was only able to become a new person because she experienced a tragic death and reincarnation.
…That was by no means an easy process.
She had to completely overhaul her childhood and school years to become who she is now.
‘But why did I have to return right after reaching the peak of my dark history…?’
The feeling of helplessness lasted only for a moment.
“…Madam, it seems His Grace has returned.”
“Really?”
Marsha, who had been looking out the window, cautiously said, gauging Nina’s reaction.
“I’ll prepare fresh clothes right away. When His Grace hears you’re injured, he’ll come to see you. If we could just tidy you up and get ready to greet him…”
“No.”
Nina stopped Marsha, who was gathering the bloody bandages and washcloth.
He wouldn’t come.
He never did, even in her past life.
***
With black hair slicked back with pomade, thick and neat eyebrows, sharp eyes like a bird of prey, and striking gray eyes.
A tall man who exuded dominance just by standing still stepped out of the carriage.
Ash D. Bayern, Duke of Bayern.
He loosened his cravat and let out a deep sigh.
Every time he returned to the house where that woman lived, it felt like his throat was being squeezed.
The frustration flickered briefly in his gray eyes.
He glanced around with a cold gaze.
Today, strangely enough, his wife was nowhere to be seen.
He had expected her to be pacing the lobby with bloodshot eyes after his days of absence…
But the only one to greet him was the old butler who managed the historic Bayern ducal residence.
He had heard that his wife fell down the stairs and got injured, but could it be that she was seriously hurt?
He wasn’t worried, but it needed to be checked, so he asked the old butler, Jeffrey.
“Where is she?”
“…The Madam has been staying in her room for several days.”
“Hasn’t she regained consciousness yet?”
“She woke up four days ago. She injured her head, so we need to monitor her for a while, but the doctor said fortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any major issues.”
“What a surprise.”
He thought she would have thrown a fit, demanding to see him as soon as she came to her senses.
It’s good that the troublemaker is quiet, but the silence is rather suspicious.
Could she be plotting something?
His eyes narrowed as he glared in the direction of his wife’s room.
Suspicion was evident in his gray eyes.
“Will you go see the Madam right away, Your Grace?”
“No.”
“But no matter what, shouldn’t you at least show your face since she’s injured?”
Ash stopped in his tracks.
“Butler.”
Sensing the deep displeasure in his low voice, Jeffrey bowed his head apologetically.
“I apologize.”
Knowing that Jeffrey’s advice didn’t come from ill intent, Ash said no more and turned away.
‘Show my face to that woman?’
The thought of his wife, who had come to him drunk and nearly naked, filled him with irritation once again.
She seemed to think her feelings were love, but to him, they were anything but.
Obsession, suspicion, control, madness.
What else could it be if not an illness?
That woman was mad.
anaherhilda
D*mn! Kind of feels sad for the wife. She just wants her husband’s love, but took a wrong approach.