Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 875

For a moment, Marguerite was utterly stunned.

She could only assume that Silas was furious with her because she hadn't shown up yesterday as promised. He didn't know the truth—that she'd desperately wanted to see him, but something had happened along the way, forcing her to give up. All of it could be explained! The news online could even back up her story.

Panicked, Marguerite grabbed the security guard's arm. "Please, can't you just let him know I'm here? This is really important!"

"No," the guard snapped without the slightest trace of patience.

Tears welled up in Marguerite's eyes. The man inside that house was her husband—the man she'd been longing for, confused about, for half a year. She still had so many questions she needed answered.

She felt frantic.

Just then, Violet stepped out into the driveway, her face pale and drawn. The moment she spotted Marguerite, her eyes widened in shock.

"Marguerite? What are you doing here?" Violet hurried over. "I saw the reports online and was planning to visit you at the hospital this afternoon. Are you alright? Were you hurt?"

Marguerite didn't have time to explain. She clutched Violet's arm, blurting out, "Please, take me inside to see Silas—or at least get him to come out!"

Violet hesitated. "Marguerite, I honestly don't know what happened between you and Silas, but I overheard his instructions yesterday he doesn't want to see you. What's going on between you two?"

She couldn't possibly tell her that Silas had asked her to storm the wedding and stop it

she skipped the details about the wedding, cut straight to the heart of the matter, and said plainly, "Violet, I know this sounds impossible,

wide with

felt dry as she repeated herself, "Frederick isn't

to prove her point, pulled out her phone and found the screenshot Stella had sent her the

In this picture, Frederick is wearing the exact same outfit as Silas-see?

slightly. She stared at the screen, her eyes hidden by her lashes, but Marguerite could

phone back. When she finally looked up, her

style of

be such a coincidence?"

handful of tailors in town who do custom menswear. It's not unusual

Frederick, don't

noticed

time?"

over. "He lost his memory! That's why he can't tell you

some of his memories, that's true. But he

insisted, "He's been