NovelFastChapter 875
For a moment, Marguerite was utterly stunned.
She could only assthat 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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtyou at the hospital this afternoon. Are you alright? Were you hurt?"
Marguerite didn't have tto explain. She clutched Violet's arm, blurting out, "Please, takeinside to see
Silas—or at least get him to cout!"
Violet hesitated. "Marguerite, | honestly don't know what happened between you and Silas, but | overheard his
instructions yesterday he doesn't want to see you. What's going on between you two?"
Marguerite was overwhelmed, her mind racing. How was she supposed to 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. No matter how Marguerite explained, it would only end up hurting her.
So she skipped the details about the wedding, cut straight to the heart of the matter, and said plainly, "Violet, |
know this sounds impossible, but you have to believe me-Silas is Frederick!"
Violet stared at her, eyes wide with disbelief. "What did you say?"
Marguerite's throat felt dry as she repeated herself, "Frederick isn't dead. Silas is Frederick."
Violet seemed rattled, clearly struggling to process what Marguerite was saying. Marguerite, desperate to prove
her point, pulled out her phone and found the screenshot Stella had sent her the day before.
"Violet, look! Silas has a selfie of Frederick on his phone. In this picture, Frederick is wearing the exact same
outfit as Silas-see? They're the sperson!"
Violet took the phone, her fingers trembling slightly. She stared at the screen, her eyes hidden by her lashes, but
Marguerite could see the shock flickering beneath.
Violet took a long moment before handing the phone back. When she finally looked up, her expression was
carefully calm.
"Marguerite, they're just wearing the sstyle of suit. That doesn't prove anything."
"How could it be such a coincidence?" Marguerite pressed.
Violet shook her head. "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 sjacket. Besides, don't you and have a few identical dresses? If Sitas
really were Frederick, don't you
think I'd have noticed after all this
time?"
Marguerite's frustration boiled over. "He lost his memory! That's why he can't tell you the truth!"
Violet's voice was gentle, but firm. "Silas did lose sof his memories, that's true. But he looks nothing like Mr.
Winston."
Marguerite insisted, "He's been wearing a disguise!"
Three years ago, she herself had fooled Frederick for three whole months with a
mask-he hadn't suspected a thing. Why couldn't he do the snow?
Violet looked at Marguerite, her face a mixture of exasperation and
disbelief. "Marguerite, I'm in a relationship with him. If he were
wearing a mask, don't you think I'd
notice when we're... intimate?"
Marguerite's heart skipped a beat. Her mind went blank. Wait-Frederick and Violet had already gone that far?
Her chest ached, but she couldn't let it go. She pressed on, voice trembling, "If there's nothing between them,
then why does Silas have Frederick's photos on his phone?"
Violet fell silent, and the quiet stretched between them, thick with unspoken pain.
After what felt like an eternity, Violet finally looked up and met Marguerite's gaze. Marguerite could see the
sadness swimming in her reddened eyes as she whispered, "Marguerite, do you really need to know the truth?"
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