Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 727

After three years of keeping secrets, the truth finally came to light in a raw and emotional revelation.

Marguerite’s feelings were in turmoil.

Every possible emotion—shock, joy, anger—rushed at her all at once, leaving her momentarily overwhelmed.

In the midst of this emotional storm, Hayes ran into Marguerite's arms, his voice soft and childlike: "Mommy! So you really are my mommy!"

Marguerite’s heart melted, and she bent down to embrace Hayes.

The little boy's delicate features and his bright, eager eyes were filled with excitement and surprise.

But Marguerite's heart also ached.

She felt deep sorrow for the mistreatment Hayes had suffered under Yuna's care.

The pain of knowing her son had been right in front of her all this time, and she hadn’t known, was almost too much to bear.

She hugged him tighter, her voice breaking, "Honey, let's never be apart again, okay?"

Hayes eagerly nodded in Marguerite's arms, "Okay!"

As things reached this point, Yuna gave up any pretense of struggle.

Yet, seeing Marguerite’s joyous expression only twisted the knife in her heart.

Even as she was handcuffed, her fate glaringly obvious, she couldn't resist lashing out at Marguerite.

"Marguerite, do you have any idea what I've done to your son these past three years? I starved him, dressed him in Manley's hand-me-downs!

I wanted him to live worse than a stray dog! To make his life less bright than that of a beggar on the street!

Since I couldn't get to you, Marguerite, I targeted your son!

You know how I beat him? With a whip, with a belt, as harshly as I could!

He's speechless because I terrified him! How about that, Marguerite, does it make you angry, does it hurt?”

Yuna spat out her venom, exaggerating her cruelty.

Seeing Marguerite's anger visibly mounting, Yuna laughed maniacally, her laughter chilling to the bone:

"Marguerite! I wanted your and Frederick's child to be less happy than the illegitimate child I bore out of wedlock!"

Yuna's vile words were too much for Robert to bear. He clenched his fists and advanced towards her with swift intensity.