The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 30
“How are they reacting?”
Nina asked one morning, as the new uniforms from the tailor arrived.
She had instructed Melanie and the butler to distribute them to the staff and was eager to hear the response.
Has her reputation within the household improved even a little?
Marsha approached with an excited expression and whispered,
“They’re thrilled, saying it’s like the sun rose in the west!”
Just as she expected, they were pleased. Fabrics in this world were much less durable than modern ones.
The uniforms given upon employment couldn’t last long, so it was common for staff to spend their own money on repairs or replacements.
Naturally, they were happy to have their expenses covered.
“And what else?”
“Well, I’m not sure if this is good or bad…”
Marsha hesitated, looking uncertain, and Nina waited anxiously.
“What is it?”
“Some people are saying that since you hit your head, your personality seems to have changed… that it was a good thing you got hurt.”
“…”
Nina made a strange face, unsure whether to laugh or cry at the comment.
“…Shall I tear their mouths apart for you?”
“No, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”
After all, it meant that there were people who believed she had changed. And everyone here already knew about her cracked skull from that day.
She wished they could forget about how she had cried and clung to her husband that night.
‘But that’s impossible, so there’s no helping it…’
Nina gave a bitter smile at the embarrassing history that clung to her like a label.
‘Still, it will get better with time.’
Time makes people forget many things, just like celebrities who return smoothly after causing a scandal.
“But are you really not attending Duke Granvil’s birthday celebration?”
“No, I’m not.”
Marsha tilted her head, puzzled as to why she wouldn’t attend the party of the Duke who was fond of her.
But Nina had her reasons.
…When her family fell.
She couldn’t receive any particular help from Duke Granvil, who was said to be her father’s close friend.
Since House Taylor had incurred the Emperor’s wrath and the fault was clear, taking their side rashly could endanger House Granvil as well. She understood this.
No matter how close a friend, one couldn’t stay on a sinking ship. He had to protect his own family too. She bore no grudge for that.
The problem was that the fact she had been rejected by her husband after asking for intimacy had already spread widely.
Her brother, Neville, two years younger than her.
‘It’s so terrible and shameful that you’re my sister.’
Remembering those words from Neville at the Duke’s birthday celebration made it clear.
‘I miss them…’
Her grandfather, parents, and Neville.
But she couldn’t see her family yet.
‘At least not until I’ve redeemed myself a little…’
And anyway, Duchess Granvil didn’t like her. While the Duke treated her like a niece, to the Duchess, she was just the unwanted daughter of her husband’s friend.
“The Duke is leaving now,” Marsha said, prompting Nina to look out the window.
A carriage was leaving the mansion.
“No matter what the circumstances… His Grace didn’t even ask if you wanted to go with him before just leaving, Madam.”
“Marsha, would you want to ask if I wanted to come?”
Marsha pouted her lips and grumbled.
“Didn’t he refuse the divorce? He could at least ask you to go with him.”
“That’s because you’re on my side, so you can say that.”
From the start, his decision to reject the divorce and adopt his nephew was due to his distrust of her.
If they hadn’t married in the first place, none of this would have happened, so blaming herself for everything was easier.
As Marsha sighed in frustration, Nina gave a bitter smile.
“Right, I heard something from the maids earlier, Madam. There was an earthquake at dawn.”
“An earthquake?”
“Yes, they said the ground shook while they were cleaning the dining room fireplace.”
“Is anyone hurt?”
Nina asked, startled.
If the chandelier had broken during the quake, someone could have been injured.
But then she suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu and paused.
