Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 683

Wife? Daphne?

Marguerite was floored. These titles coming her way were like curveballs she just couldn't catch.

She stood frozen, staring at the woman in front of her, her brain a blank slate.

"Who... who are you?"

The woman's face, beaming with a smile, was as perfect as a glamorous Barbie doll.

As if prepared, she pulled out a cream-colored card from her purse and handed it to Marguerite.

It was a marriage certificate from abroad.

"Maurice's" signature was unmistakably clear, and alongside it, the name Daphne.

Marguerite couldn't wrap her head around it. Daphne, however, seemed quite amused. "We've been married for five years and haven't divorced yet."

she needed to know; Marguerite was clearly unaware

"Shall we step outside for a

a loss for words, but she nodded, and side-by-side, they walked

certificate between her fingers, its

code clearly not

more disturbing

named Daphne was indeed

looked up at Daphne, asking, "If you've been married for

cigarette, her slender fingers trembling in the cold, the cigarette quivering

the mark of

was her pale face, masked with thick

"Prison."

wondering if she should even continue

him. He's a master manipulator. Just a few words, and he knew I'd do anything for him. So of course, he could walk away scot-free, while I was left to sink. But he's such a good actor, sending money to my account every month even as I faced jail time. I thought he loved me, but the divorce papers, presented by the lawyer six months into my sentence, caught me off guard. He was so heartless he didn't even show up in person. That's when I realized, his love was nothing but

past, and Daphne