The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 67
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Early in the morning, Nina rubbed her dry eyes as she wrote thank-you cards to Duke Granvil and Marquis Saldersford for their gifts.
She had barely slept the previous night, still excited by the single word of thanks from her husband. Her eyes felt sore as if she hadn’t slept at all.
Was it a dream? Or perhaps a hallucination? It had been such an astonishing moment that she doubted it had even happened.
While she was smiling to herself, replaying his words in her head, she heard a voice.
“…Madam, Madam!”
Marsha approached quickly, her face oddly flushed.
“What’s the matter?”
“Madam! We’ve finally found the culprit!”
“The culprit?”
“Yes, the spy for Duchess Nord!”
“Oh…”
Had they finally caught the culprit? Nina’s lips twisted slightly.
‘I’ve been wondering who it was for a while, and now I’ll finally get to see the face of the traitor.’
Who had been taking her secrets and delivering them to that wretched woman?
While rumors would have inevitably spread due to her own public mistakes, she hadn’t even been given the time to manage them, thanks to Duchess Nord’s malicious efforts.
“Let’s go to the drawing room, Madam.”
“Yes, let’s see this face for myself.”
The fatigue left her body, and she felt wide awake upon hearing that the culprit had been caught.
Closing Melanie’s report, Nina followed the briskly walking Marsha, her expression now cold and sharp.
In the drawing room, Charles and four others had surrounded a man they suspected to be the culprit, ensuring he couldn’t escape.
“Madam, you’re here?”
Nina nodded as Charles greeted her, then turned her gaze toward the man trembling in fear.
She had been waiting for this moment, ready to make sure whoever was responsible wouldn’t go unpunished.
How had someone with such little nerve dared to commit such an act?
“This is the culprit?”
In response to Nina’s icy voice, Charles handed her a crumpled envelope.
“Yes, Madam, this is the culprit. Look at this! We have proof!”
“W-Wait! No, you can’t!”
The man, restrained by the others, struggled frantically to grab the envelope back, but it was too late. He couldn’t prevent it from falling into her hands.
Rustle.
Nina opened the envelope and began to read the letter slowly. The lower her water-colored eyes moved, the colder the blue light in them became.
Finally, after reading the letter in full, she muttered in a voice filled with long-held resentment.
“…What should I do with this rat?”
Rat.
The guests were briefly shocked to hear such crude words from the mouth of a noblewoman.
“Seems like the salary you earned from the Bayern Duchy wasn’t enough, hm? You sold stories about me so your whole family could live comfortably.”
Nina elegantly folded the letter back into the envelope.
The letter was essentially a confession that the man had been selling information about her private life to Duchess Nord.
It was addressed to a brother-in-law working for the Duchess, detailing everything up to the previous day’s activities, and even suggested using newly acquired money to purchase land.
Although Duchess Nord wasn’t mentioned by name, the letter alone was enough to prove that he had sold information in exchange for money.
“M-Madam, please, spare me. I did it because I was struggling to survive…”
That excuse wouldn’t work.
Nina scoffed and ordered Charles and the others.
“Carry out the promise. Hand him over to the soldiers.”
“M-Madam! Please, forgive me! Madam, please, spare my life!”
Nina coldly ignored the man’s desperate cries for mercy as he was dragged away.
It would be one thing if he had gossiped behind her back, but selling her secrets for profit was not something that could be resolved by simply firing him.
“Madam, are you heading to the interrogation now?”
Marsha, who had been eagerly anticipating this moment, asked with gleaming eyes, but Nina shook her head.
“No, we need to search his belongings first.”
She needed to see with her own eyes just how much information about her had been sold.
“I’ll call the butler right away!”
At Nina’s nod, Marsha quickly left the room.
Female employees were managed by the head maid, and male employees were managed by the butler. The same applied to their accommodations.
Since the men’s quarters were restricted to women, even for important matters, Nina had to be accompanied by either her husband or the butler to avoid any accusations of impropriety.
