I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 422

Finnegan froze, his face tightening as he scrambled to explain. "I orchestrated that! I erased my identity and took Frederick's. I had no choice! Just wait for me. I can legally restore my identity right now, and I'll still be your husband!"

Nora just watched him with unnerving composure. "Are you done?"

He gaped at her. Her reaction was a world away from what he had envisioned. Not a single ripple of emotion disturbed her calm facade.

"You don't believe me? We can get a DNA test! I can tell you things only the two of us know. The first time you met me, you were wearing a pink dress. Your favorite food is—"

Thinking she simply couldn't accept such an absurd truth, he desperately rattled off intimate memories to prove it. But Nora cut him off with chilling serenity. "I know you're Finnegan."

The air trapped in his lungs. He stopped breathing.

"What did you say?"

Holding his gaze unflinchingly, she said, "I've known for a long time. I knew you were Finnegan an entire month ago."

It was as if all the oxygen had been punched out of him. A high-pitched ringing pierced his ears as his world shattered around him.

"Five years ago, everyone told me my husband died in a horrific crash. I mourned you, visiting the cemetery for five long years, entirely unable to move on. That is, until I saw the security footage of you talking with your associate. That's when I realized who you were. You stole Frederick's identity, all so you could stay by Seraphina's side."

In the past, merely speaking about this would have left her choked up. Now, she recounted it with absolute zero emotion. She had truly let it all go.

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