Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel 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?”

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, I 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.