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?"

explain this to Violet? She couldn't possibly tell her that Silas had asked her to storm the wedding and stop it at all costs. Besides, Violet had no idea that Silas was actually Frederick.

matter, and said

eyes wide

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

struggling to process what Marguerite was saying. Marguerite, desperate to prove her point, pulled

a selfie of Frederick on his phone. In this picture, Frederick is wearing the exact same outfit as

stared at the screen, her eyes hidden by her lashes,

a long moment before handing the phone back. When she finally looked up, her expression was

they're just wearing the same style of suit. That doesn't

such a

tailors in town who do custom menswear. It's not unusual for men to end up with the

were Frederick,

noticed after

time?"

memory!

but firm. "Silas did lose some of his memories,

been