HappyNovelChapter 683
Wife? Daphne?
Marguerite was floored. These titles coming her way were like curveballs she just couldn't catch.
She stood frozen, staring at the woman in front of her, her brain a blank slate.
"Who... who are you?"
The woman's face, beaming with a smile, was as perfect as a glamorous Barbie doll.
As if prepared, she pulled out a cream-colored card from her purse and handed it to Marguerite.
It was a marriage certificate from abroad.
"Maurice's" signature was unmistakably clear, and alongside it, the nDaphne.
Marguerite couldn't wrap her head around it. Daphne, however, seemed quite amused. "We've been married for
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfive years and haven't divorced yet."
Daphne's observation of Marguerite's reaction told her all she needed to know; Marguerite was clearly unaware
of her existence.
With a coy smile, Daphne suggested, "Shall we step outside for a chat?"
Marguerite was at a loss for words, but she nodded, and side-by-side, they walked to the nearby garden.
Marguerite clutched the marriage certificate between her fingers, its official seal
and unique code clearly not a forgery.
What was more disturbing was recognizing Maurice's handwriting.
So, this woman named Daphne was indeed Maurice's wife.
Marguerite felt an indescribable mix of emotions. She placed the marriage certificate on a bench nearby and
looked up at Daphne, asking, "If you've been married for five years, where were you three years ago?"
Daphne lit a cigarette, her slender fingers trembling in the cold, the cigarette quivering between them.
Her smoking was practiced, the mark of a seasoned smoker.
Behind the smoky veil was her pale face, masked with thick makeup.
"Prison."
That bombshell left Marguerite wondering if she should even continue this conversation.
But Daphne seemed unfazed, continuing, "Maurice is more of a monster than you'd think. In a way, | was in
prison for him. He's a master manipulator. Just a few words, and he knew I'd do anything for him. So of course,
he could walk away scot-free, while | was left to sink. But he's such a good actor, sending money to my account
every month even as | faced jail time. | thought he loved me, but the divorce papers, presented by the lawyer six
months into my sentence, caughtoff guard. He was so heartless he didn't even show up in person. That's
when | realized, his love was nothing but an act. | knew he must have found someone else. That someone is you,
right?"
Marguerite was in the dark about Daphne and Maurice's past, and Daphne didn't go into detail about her prison
time.
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It was hard for Marguerite to discern right from wrong, her face expressionless as she suggested, "There's an
organization called the Women's Alliance in Stonebridge City. They're the ones you should be talking to."
Daphne's smile was bleak, "He may be heartless, but | cannot be unjust. After all, we were husband and wife.
How could | bear to ruin him completely?"
Marguerite was utterly shocked.
Daphne seemed so clear-headed, recognizing Maurice's manipulation and terror from prison, yet she uttered
such devoted words.
It showed how blindly and humbly she loved, but love-blinded women are terrifying, and Marguerite feared
Daphne might see her as the other woman.
She had never loved Maurice, but she had given birth to his twins.
Marguerite dreaded the thought of Daphne losing her sanity and attacking her, pulling her hair in a public
spectacle.
That would be utterly humiliating.
So, Marguerite couldn't help feeling guilty, regardless of the situation.
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