Daisy Ginger stood at the doorway, her face becoming increasingly transparent.
Her fingers hung by her side, clenched into a fist, then she slowly lifted her head to look at the man in front of her.
Every time their eyes met, it brought her unbearable pain. She didn’t know how to face this face with any kind of emotion after knowing the truth.
Not been so persistent, given him to Emily Ginger, perhaps knowing all the truth now wouldn’t be so humiliating.
Deceived by Lady Stephens.
In this world, it seemed like anyone could trick her and toy with her.
She took a deep breath, hiding her tears and anger, forcing herself to calm down.
Her Edward was gone. The boy she waited for eight years would never return. She hadn’t even seen him one last time...
No point in arguing with them now, she needed to return to Banyan City quickly, file for divorce as soon as possible, and end this ridiculous marriage...
She wanted nothing more to do with the Stephens family, didn’t want to see Lady Stephens, and didn’t want to see the man in front of her...
"What do you want?" Daisy Ginger slightly lifted her chin, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her panicked and uneasy emotions. She forced herself to remain calm, her lips bruised with a hint of blood. Her forcibly steady demeanor looked somewhat pitiful.
"This marriage isn’t solely yours," Edward Stephens said coldly. "Now that you’re regretting it, want to end it, want a wedding. Did you ask me?"
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"...you’re not Edward Stephens." Her eyes welled with tears. "You’re not. You’re not. You’re not..."
Not the one who shielded her from a knife, grew up with her, promised their lives together, celebrated every birthday with her...
The man lifted his hand, brushed his fingertip past her eye corner, wiping away her tears.
The sensation of his fingers made her tremble all over. She instinctively stepped back, but the man caught her wrist.
"If I’m not Edward Stephens, then who am I?" he asked, looking deeply at her. "What that person could do for you, I can do with you too. We’ve been together for so long, could it be that you truly..." He paused, looking at her face. "Forget it."
The last two words, he seemed to be saying to her, yet also to himself.
There’s nothing more to say.
It was agreed upon from the beginning to deceive her for a lifetime. Since it can’t happen, then forget it.
Anyway, he never really intended to let her leave.
Edward Stephens pulled her into the room, watching her take a few steps back, eyeing him with the wary look of a stranger. He found it amusing yet somewhat ironic.
He was still himself, but in her eyes, he seemed no longer to be him.
If he wasn’t Edward Stephens, then who?
She was the one who mistook the person, who went to great lengths to make him fall in love with her, and now she just wants to pat her backside and say—I made a mistake. Is that supposed to make things clear?
Edward Stephens said, "Since you know now, there’s nothing more for me to hide. I didn’t know the truth much earlier than you anyway. At least, when I married you, I wasn’t aware."
He looked carefully at her face and quietly said, "Calm down first. Divorce, don’t even think about it. Just think about how you went to every length to get into my family registry, and you’ll know I won’t let you leave so easily."