The Wicked Wife’s Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 51

“Uncle, I hope Grandmother properly pays the full price for her sins…”

And just like that, Ash promised.

Because he knew that it would indeed happen.

And, as expected, before long, his mother became a cold corpse.

His mother had been foolish.

Poison must be used by an expert.

If even a small amount is exposed through the respiratory system or skin, one can be poisoned as well.

It was inevitable since a noblewoman, untrained, had been using such a terrifying poison for a long time.

“…But, Duke, Ian is only ten years old. He might be waiting for you, so please consider this seriously, even if just a little.”

…He might be waiting for me. Who knows. He couldn’t reveal the secret of that day, known only to a very few, including Ian, to his wife. He wanted to lay everything bare and ask her. Would that child truly be waiting for me? Would you, in his shoes, want to see me?

Ash stared out the window with an empty expression for a long time.

* * *

Ah, what on earth is going on?

Nina, rolling around on the bed, flailed her arms and legs in frustration.

Before her regression.

A long time ago, she had rummaged through his office drawer and found a bundle of letters.

The sender was Ian Bayern.

The letters, neatly opened with a letter knife, were organized by date, as if they were from someone precious.

Since the only letters he kept in the drawer were from Ian, Nina had secretly read them, wondering if the nephew’s name was just a decoy and if they were actually from a mistress.

They really were from Ian.

But somehow, he realized they had been disturbed and stormed into her room, threatening that if she touched his office again, he wouldn’t let it slide.

‘At the time, I really thought he was a lunatic…’

But if anyone was crazy, it was probably her. But the fact that he had noticed everything was perfectly put back and had interrogated her had given her a creepy feeling for the first time.

Though only for a moment.

“Madam, let me open the window for a moment.”

When Nina coughed from the swirling dust, Marsha opened the window.

As the cold air rushed in, the dust from the blanket could be seen fluttering in the light.

If she didn’t want to breathe in dust, she should stop taking out her frustrations on the blanket.

‘…It seems like the school festival is out of the question.’

She was still debating.

Should she just attend anyway?

Thinking about her nephew sitting all alone while his friends reunited with their families made her uncomfortable.

What would be a happy memory for others could become a lonely one for him.

And she understood that feeling well enough.

‘Even if I am just a temporary aunt for a year, does that make it any less important…?’

When you think about it, it’s not as if one meeting would forge a strong bond.

‘Fine, I’ll go.’

Thinking about her husband’s face made her a bit nervous, but if he brought it up later to criticize her, she’d just use the fact that she had saved his life as leverage.

After reaching that conclusion, she glanced out the window, suddenly feeling hungry.

“Marsha, I think I’ll go get something to eat now.”

Judging by how dark it was, her husband had probably already eaten by now.

At least, that’s what she had thought…

But what was this?

Seeing the way her husband’s expression soured as soon as he saw her, she sighed inwardly.

Again, again, and again.

He probably thought she had been waiting to eat with him!

“You mentioned wanting a divorce, but are you perhaps eyeing the aunt’s position?”

As if twisting her words and misunderstanding her intentions!

“Isn’t it too late for dinner?”

Of course.