Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 132

Frederick bolted out the back door. By the time Marguerite chased after him, all she saw was his taillights disappearing into the night.

His abrupt departure left her flabbergasted. She even took a tumble, but he didn’t stop.

Her gown was torn, her delicate skin scraped raw. The pain made her arm and hand burn.

Picking herself up off the ground, she kicked off her high heels and began the challenging trek outside the mansion.

Luckily, the Winston Mansion wasn’t far from the city. Marguerite quickly hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address to Sapphire Valley Estates.

The driver glanced at Marguerite through the rearview mirror, his eyes widened in surprise.

His shock wasn’t unwarranted. Marguerite’s white gown was stained and torn in places from her fall. Plus, she’d been running barefoot, her feet bloody.

The sight was heartbreaking.

usual strong facade was gone. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her slender shoulders trembling

they arrived at the

fare, her voice choked with

hastily got out of the car, pushed open the black iron

the very heart of the estate.

sure why she was so desperate to explain, but she followed

was no emotional foundation between

But she was wrong.

found out she was pregnant, the moment he coldly asked, “Do you have any dignity left,” she felt

she had to tell him the

he could forgive her or not, she had to

minutes, the villa

clenched, she knocked

answered the door and was startled at

brushed past him, “Where’s Frederick? I need to

blocked her path, “Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Winston doesn’t

then turned to Chuck desperately, “I

belly isn’t Mr. Winston’s. What else do you want to say? He’s already done you a favor by