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?"

her that Silas had asked her to storm the wedding and stop it at all costs. Besides,

the wedding, cut straight to the heart of the matter, and said plainly, "Violet, I know this sounds impossible, but you have

wide with disbelief. "What did you

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

rattled, clearly struggling to process what Marguerite was saying. Marguerite, desperate to prove her point, pulled out her phone and found the

picture, Frederick

phone, her fingers trembling slightly. She stared at the screen, her eyes hidden by her lashes,

handing the phone back.

same style of suit. That doesn't

it be such a

"Marguerite, there are only a handful of tailors in town who do custom menswear. It's not unusual for men to end up with the same jacket. Besides, don't you and

Frederick,

I'd have noticed after all

time?"

"He lost his memory! That's why he can't

did lose some of his memories,

"He's been wearing a