The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 93
“…Are you perhaps not very interested in winning or losing?”
“No, I absolutely want to win.”
What on earth is she thinking?
For someone claiming to want to win, she seemed far too carefree.
‘…Maybe it would actually be better to lose the competition.’
If that happened, Duke Nord would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to taunt him with his smug face, but that was nothing new.
On the other hand, the crown prince showing interest in Nina was a significant problem.
There was no guarantee that his wife, who wanted a divorce, wouldn’t take the prince’s hand and leave with him.
“……”
Feeling an inexplicable irritation in his chest, Ash clenched his fist.
He no longer doubted that Nina wanted a divorce.
But would she wait until their third wedding anniversary to leave?
There was no law preventing her from joining hands with the prince who had shown her favor and leaving the country.
‘To safely adopt Ian, I need to stay married for three whole years.’
In that case, cutting off any connection between his wife and the crown prince would be far more beneficial to him.
“…I’ve confirmed the situation, so I’ll take my leave now.”
Ash turned with a subdued, dark look.
“Wait a moment. Please, sit here and take a break. Baron Summerden, you too—don’t go anywhere and sit down!”
Nina quickly tapped an empty table and hurried toward the counter to prevent him from leaving.
“Your Grace, why don’t you sit for just a little while? Surely, you need a moment to catch your breath.”
“Haven’t you rested enough?”
“Your Grace, it’s not as if I’ve been idling around. You know that.”
Hozi smiled mischievously.
It wasn’t entirely untrue—he had indeed been observing Nina under Ash’s orders.
With a quiet sigh, Ash reluctantly sat down.
Not long after, Nina returned with two glasses of lemonade, placing them on the table with a playful smile.
“Welcome, dear customer!”
Customer?
Suddenly, role-playing?
Was this why she’d insisted he stay?
Ash raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“If you’re here for divorce counseling, you’ve come to the right place. That’s my specialty.”
Hozi burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.
“Hahaha…!”
A divorce—wasn’t that supposed to happen in a year?
Ash’s eyes flashed sharply, making Nina flinch.
“It was just a joke, but I guess it hit a sore spot for you. Although… it wasn’t entirely a joke.”
Her muttering carried a trace of regret.
The way she didn’t bother hiding her desire for a divorce made him more determined to ensure the crown prince didn’t establish any personal connection with her.
It wouldn’t hurt to be cautious about the prince, who had shown disappointment upon learning Nina was married.
“I didn’t come here to play around, so I’ll be leaving now.”
Ash downed the lemonade in a single gulp and stood up.
“Your Grace, if you could rest a little longer… Fine. Madam, I’ve had my drink—I’ll be off now.”
Ash silenced Hozi’s suggestion with a glare.
The unexplained irritation he felt throughout the day—perhaps it was simply the sweltering weather.
***
Exhausted, completely worn out.
Somebody claimed their neighbor had stolen their cow and wanted to file a lawsuit.
Another person asked if they could sue because the chick they bought two months ago turned out to be a rooster instead of a hen.
After listening to consultations all afternoon, she felt utterly drained.
Most of the issues were mundane disputes, but there were a few genuinely serious cases.
In any case, she had distributed candy as part of the promotion and promised those who brought new visitors to the booth full coverage of their litigation fees—not just for themselves but for their companions too.
Of course, there were conditions to prevent abuse.
The litigation fee support would only apply when they signed a representation contract with their companions.
‘It feels a bit cheap, but it’s necessary.’
Legal services typically attract people who are either desperate or have strong intellectual curiosity.
People who feel distanced from legal help often reject it, believing it won’t benefit them anyway.
‘But still, I’m worried…’
Nina thought back to the child she had seen when she was closing the coffeehouse earlier.
