I Killed My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 92

As the meeting hall buzzed with murmurs, Mercedes watched the Count silently.

‘I thought he’d hand it over willingly, since there was no evidence… But to produce it so readily under this pressure—he must be confident.’

After all, the rumors about the Count speaking ill of her were baseless.

They were merely stories created and believed by those who knew nothing of the events in Shaym, who had seen Mercedes push her father away. The Marquess and the Empress Dowager had both fanned the flames.

Since there was no substance, a decisive piece of evidence had to emerge at least once.

Mercedes wanted to push the atmosphere to its limit until the Count produced that evidence.

In truth, there was no need to drag things this far. Carlos had said he could arrange an assassination if she wished.

But Mercedes—

‘He’s intoxicated.’

The Count, drunk on victory. No—she wanted to see, with her own eyes, the moment her father crumbled.

It was greed, if you called it that.

But matching the opponent’s level, moving with them, watching them watch their own tower collapse—

That was the perfect vengeance Mercedes desired.

For generations, the Count’s family had always been arrogant. She had longed, just once, to see that face crumple.

It might be childish—but it was her greed, and she had asked Carlos for it.

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