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Giselle, realizing her schemes were exposed and she could no longer cover up the truth, burst into tears. She clung desperately to Frederick’s hand, begging him.Z
“Freddy, I was wrong. I did all this because I love you so much. You know I’ve been your secret lover for years, and I could bear it. But I’m carrying your child–I don’t want the baby to be called a bastard. I thought you’d understand.“%
Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably, gripping Frederick’s hand as if she would never let go.
Squinting his eyes, Frederick voice turned cold. “Now I’m curious. Back at the Sycamore villa, was it really Gracie who cut your wrist?“\ Giselle froze, guilt flashing across her face. She lowered her head and said nothing.
I watched this ridiculous scene unfold, feeling nothing but disdain.
“Freddy, I swear it was just that once! It was Gracie who hurt me. How could I possibly harm myself?”
Frederick looked at me once, then said nothing more. He didn’t press her further–perhaps he had his own conflicted feelings.
“Frederick, see you at the civil affairs bureau in a month. As for the past, no matter who did what, I’m no longer obsessed with proving it. I’ve realized it’s just a waste of my time.“/
Frederick frowned deeply, his head bowed silently. His hands clenched tightly by his sides, nails digging into his palms, as if trying to suppress the guilt eating at him.
I stood up, my eyes devoid of the previous turmoil, calm and composed.
“Goodbye, Frederick. Take care of yourself.”}
Frederick covered his face and groaned softly. As I left my seat, he grasped my hand tightly.
I glanced back and saw his face twisted in pain, a single tear rolling down to the corner of his mouth.
“I’m sorry, Gracie. I truly wanted us to have a happy family, but I broke that promise…”
“Do you hate me?”
“No. Though it hurt for a while, I’ve let go now. I have many things to do, so I won’t waste more time talking here.” Saying that, I pushed his hand away and walked out.
After I left, Giselle wiped her tears, crouched down, and looked up at Frederick.
Her tear–streaked face and the slight curve of her belly were plain for him to see.}
Maybe this was exactly what she wanted.
“Frederick, don’t be sad or mad at me. I know I was wrong, but I did it all for you–for our little family of three. If Gracie isn’t upset, it means she’s already lost her place in your heart. Why be sad over a fickle woman?“}
Frederick was clearly irritated. He pulled out the hairpin Giselle had used to scratch herself that day.
“Giselle, you bought this hairpin the day before I came to pick you up at the villa. I thought you just liked pretty things. But don’t forget, there are surveillance cameras at Sycamore Villa too. I suggest you go back and watch the footage to see what really happened that day.” Giselle’s face changed instantly. She hadn’t expected the villa to have cameras.”
Her knees weakened, and she clung to Frederick’s body, voice full of grievance.
“Fine, I admit it. I scratched myself that day. I only wanted to scare Gracie because she upset you. I didn’t mean anything more.“} Frederick’s face darkened. “And the scratches on her face–was that you too?”
Giselle nodded silently.”
“Giselle, I will never marry you. You’ve hurt Gracie so many times–scratching her face, nearly burning her alive. Now, you even spread false rumors online to force me into marrying you. Women like you just disgust me.”}
“Disgust you? What about Gracie? Behind your back, she’s been contacting Azrael–aren’t they involved? I even suspect the child she lost at the wedding was Azrael’s. She’s been cheating on you and making you a cuckold!”
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Frederick struck Giselle hard across the face, his chest heaving with anger.”
“Gracie isn’t like you. She would never do something so immoral and shameless. As her best friend, you not only seduced her fiancé but also spread harmful rumors. You don’t deserve to be my wife!“}
Giselle clutched her burning cheek, utterly enraged.”
She held her belly and shoved Frederick roughly. “I don’t deserve it? Then what kind of ‘good man‘ are you? Don’t forget, when we slept together, you hadn’t lost your memory yet. Even if you’d had a little to drink, it’s just a small beer–how could that cause you to lose control? That’s just an excuse for your promiscuity.“}
She wiped away her tears, but they kept flowing as her trembling body spoke in despair.
“So you and I–we’re just the same. Don’t think either of us is nobler than the other.“}
Frederick bent over, lowering his eyes. Without a word, he stood up silently and walked out alone, ignoring Giselle’s desperate shouts behind him.
