The Earl’s Bad Wife

I was able to talk to my husband that night.

I was a little nervous when I was going to sit across from him for a while.

I was wondering if you would be angry about the article in Gossip magazine, but that didn't happen.

On the contrary, I get worried.

"I'm sorry, because I was a detour."

"More than that, please, don't get sick."

"Yeah, thanks"

At once, they sent a protest statement from the Count's house to the publisher.

Hopefully, the magazine where the article appeared might be recovered.

"I've noticed the name of the Count's house, and your busy brother-in-law has bothered me."

"That's okay. I've been in that magazine about thirty times."

"Eh?"

"The rumor that I'm a player inspired the spread, thanks also to that publisher's article,"

"Well, I was."

"Yeah. Really, it's an annoying story. If it's just me, I still can't believe I screwed up Master Helmina."

My husband was smiling, but his eyes weren't laughing when he looked closely.

Patience may also be limited by repeated acts in the name of the Count's family.

Nevertheless, I can't believe my husband and I were both responsible publishers.

"That's why my brother knows how to deal with it, so this one will be fine if it's grand."

"Okay."

"Rumors will follow for a while, but don't worry, all the Counts don't believe in the article."

"I wish I was"

In the meantime, Gossip magazine seems to be able to get something done at the Count's.

Exhale with a sigh of relief.

After all, the anxiety I have felt so far seems to be the case.

I talked to my husband and I feel like I'm just a little more comfortable.

To thank my husband, I corrected my residence and lowered my head.

"It bothered you again."

"No, this is a publisher's return of interest. On the contrary, I must apologize to Master Helmina."

"What's the meaning of this?

"I heard about the article so far that my brother was putting pressure on the publisher. It seems to me that what Hermina wrote in her article was revenge for the Count's house."

"Yes."

"I'm really sorry I hurt your honor."

"I'll be fine. I was worried about your parents."

"But..."

"Then, as an apology, on your next day off, why don't you take me somewhere? Of course, Leelier's with us."

"Dear Hermina..."

Her husband had a bitter look on his face, and when his eyes met, he lay down on his face.

I thought it was surprisingly delicate, so I turned to my husband and sat next to him.

"I'm fine. You've been talking before, haven't you?

"May I speak to Master Helmina?

"Yeah. -" Bullshit rumors, if only the loved ones around you knew it was a lie, "he said.

"Right. I feel like I was saying,"

"I wasn't sure when I heard it before, but now I think so, too."

That kind of bad talk makes me believe those who don't think well of me, and I don't think those who understand me.

Originally, it was difficult to override the appreciation of people who didn't think well, and although it wasn't a revenge, I thought it would be a waste of time to run around trying to manage the spread rumors.

I lay my hands gently on the back of my husband's hand, which was gripped on my lap.

"Don't you think we're a good fit?

My husband, a social player, and me, a wicked wife of the Count family.

That's just a bullshit rumor, but the fact that couples are together and have a bad reputation seems hard to come by.

"I feel like I'm finally getting along with you."

In that way, my husband suddenly pulls me back and hugs me all the time.

I repeated my apology in my ear for some reason, so I turned my hand around my back and slapped him with a pound.

◇ ◇ ◇

The next day, Emily visited me.

Somehow, I missed the timing and couldn't help asking my husband about her.

I don't think it's too late to talk to you after I know what the purpose is.

"Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."

"Me too."

A woman named Emily, who came, looked unusual. He was wearing a hunting cap and a man's jacket and trousers.

Chocolate-colored hair was cut short at shoulder height. Large red edged glasses are unusual for women to wear. The years seemed two or three or younger than mine. Must be a child's face. My age was strange.

Everything was different from the woman I've ever met, so I'm just a little surprised.

"I am Hermina of Count Veimar's house."

"Yes, I know."

Emily explores her chest pocket and offers me a piece of paper.

"I am like this."

"Thank you."

It was the business card that was handed to me.

It says that he works in the writing business. The business card also only said her name was Emily.

"I take the request and write different sentences"

"Yes."

Recommend a chair and get to the point.

"I've always wanted to talk to you."

She said she is from a certain aristocratic house and now lives as a civilian.

If I'd listened, they'd have been engaged to my husband for only three months. You think there's been a lot of talk?

As someone who had a relationship with my husband, he said he was close to me.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Does Master Helmina have any doubts about the aristocratic society?

"Doubtful?"

"A determined marriage, a fixed path, a boring life -"

…… what shall we do? Something's wrong.

Disgusted by the way the aristocratic society works, has she become a civilian?

I don't think I understand.

"So?"

"Ah, yes. If you're in trouble, I thought I'd lend you a hand."

"Me, do I look troubled?

"Uh, how about that, right?

Anything, he heard rumors and assumed that I was in a state where my husband was poking me away.

I think what a leap of thought bearer you are.

Really, I can only tell you that there are so many people in the world.

"I'm not in any trouble. Rumors are bullshit, and we don't get separated."

"…… Apparently, you've gone early."

"Yeah, right."

"My apologies"

I honestly looked at her with a sticky head down, and I realized it wasn't something I was offended to do.

Emily looked like she had no place, so I felt sorry for her and talked to her.

"Hey, what kind of writing is that?

"Your work these days is a cheating short story."

"Yeah."

"While my husband is away on business, he meets closely with a young man and then goes to his room……"

"Huh? That."

If you ask me in detail, I don't feel like I remember a story.

Or it looked just like my scandal I found out yesterday.

Tell him to wait a minute and I'll go pick up Gossip magazine in my private room.

I went back to the guest room and showed Emily. Then it becomes a disgusting expression.

"I hate vulgar books and articles made by this publisher."

"You feel good. Me, too."

I skipped my personal feelings and offered them to her before I asked her to read them.

Emily seemed to have begun to read it reluctantly, but along the way she had opened her eyes and read the article so that she could eat in.

And I say it whilst making you look pale.

"Here, this, this is a short story I wrote."

"After all?"

"Duh, why, like this -"

I hear she read Gossip magazine and didn't contact me.

By chance, I asked someone I knew, and they wrote me a letter.

"What kind of job were you taking it for?

"I heard it was a personal pleasure for your rich wife."

"…… Yes."

You said you were writing dozens of other treacherous stories.

"It's a casual image, but I thought you were writing a story full of hope."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm hoping to write as bright a story as possible, but I don't have many requests like that."

Still, I didn't know you were misappropriating sentences in addition to bullshit articles.

Increasingly, distrust was solicited by publishers.

What should we do about this?