The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 184: Abundant topics in the pockets

At the moment, despite the agitation she felt inside her, she was utterly relieved that they did not mention her or his name during their gossiping moment.

Aside from that, she suspected that that conversation was built for her to hear, as by listening to them speak further, she could grasp one or two voices that intentionally brought up that topic behind her back, in a range where she could hear everything without missing.

"If you doubted about that, did you forget that Lady Clara told us that she saw her cry when they met not long ago?"

As the latter conversation went on, Joanna was now enlightened, and what she suspected was undoubtedly correct. The third speaking lady was Glenda O’Clein, who was one of Clara de Lorn’s close and loyal friends.

"I didn’t say she cried. I said her eyes were swollen as if she had cried the night before." There, Clara de Lorn’s voice was finally heard.

Now, it became sensible why they were generous enough to allow her to get involved in their gossiping moments, letting her hear anything that seemed to bring joy to them who were talking about that.

As the realization surfaced, Joanna could now feel there was a hole in her back that was pierced by none other than Clara de Lorn, who was probably the initiator of the conversation, and was supported enthusiastically by her arrogant friend, the O’Clein.

"You also told me that she looked afraid when he came to sit near her, didn’t you?" Glenda O’Clein asked Clara de Lorn as if demanding a confirmation so that she would not make the same lack of accuracy statement as before.

"Yes, it was right. She tried to avoid him, but he caught her by force." Joanna heard how Lady Clara replied to her friend. At some point, based on her speaking tone, Joanna imagined she spoke while gritting her teeth.

Actually, what Lady Clara told their friends about her at their unexpected last meeting was not entirely wrong. Her eyes were indeed puffy, but it was completely not because of the man they enjoyed insulting.

She indeed tried to avoid him when he approached her, as at that time she was still determined to get rid of him and end their marriage. She also wanted to match him with the lady, who now seemed to be infuriated at her and with him, who had offended her.

But Joanna really understood that lady’s infuriation. She admitted that she was wrong because she had involved that beautiful lady to get rid of her husband.

Nonetheless, who ever thought that he favored number eight so much that it made him want to make her his wife until his last breath, regardless of what she had done to him? As she recalled that, it made her remember when he told her that she would die as Lady Joanna von Rodega, and that name would be engraved on the tombstone.

More than that, he even reprimanded her for not asking him to imagine if he would treat another lady the same as he treated her if that lady were his wife, not her, as it was the same as asking him to be a cheater.

Thus, for one marriage in a lifetime, there would be no chance for any lady to take her position as his wife, even though that lady was the most beautiful in the realm.

After all, she could not blame Clara de Lorn if she resent her now. It was her mistake, and it was the consequence she had to face to be her enemy now.

However, the more she perceived their still-last gossiping moment, it seemed that the angry lady was not Clara de Lorn. But it was her best friend who was eager to list her as her enemy, as she did all she could to pour out her anger at the moment through the never-ending vengeful comment she made to tell others that her husband was a deadly bad person.

"I won’t doubt it if he is a rude man. Didn’t you hear what Lady Tina said about him when we met her just now? He was about to kill Viscount Henderson when they were in the Greymore." She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "A noble and educated man will never do such lowly conduct, particularly toward the elderly."

She continued delivering her opinion, trying to persuade all the ladies around her how uncultured the man they were talking about was.

At the moment, Joanna wanted to shout at her that it was an exception if that elderly man was impudent, a totally useless womanizer, drunken, and heartless father. And her husband would never suffocate that kind of elderly person if he did not insult her in the first place.

Recalling how he acted that way because he wanted to protect and defend her but now again accepted insults because of that, Joanna felt a sharper prick in her heart.

Overall, there would not have been such a heart-pricking conversation if she had not been driven mad by that nightmare. If her mind was not controlled by that dream, he would not have become a topic to be insulted like it was now.

Raising her head to look up at the man who had been insulted because of her, Joanna felt glad that he still had his focus on her father and his acquaintances.

"Then, what about all the rumors about him being a cut sleeve? Is that true? If that is true, could it be she asked for marriage annulment because of that reason?"

Upon hearing that the conversation still continued as if they had an abundant topic about the General of Archess in their pockets, Joanna took a deep breath before pulling her gaze away from the man beside her.

Cut sleeve. Another surprising topic this time. Joanna sighed inwardly while staring back at the marble floor across from her. But she did not bother to hear what their responses would be, as she was certain that none of them, the outsiders, would know the exact answer.

No one would know the sensation he left on her nape that still lingered there at the moment. But then, not long after, Joanna took a short, quick breath when a sudden whisper disrupted the protesting thoughts about their never-ending accusation of her husband in her mind.

"I am not a cut sleeve. You know that better than them."

Lifting her head to swiftly look at the man next to her, Joanna’s lips slightly gaped when she saw him smiling at her.