Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 509

In that moment, Marguerite struggled to steady her emotions. She had just discovered that the mother and son she had helped years ago were none other than Frederick and Jocelyn. How had she failed to recognize them all this time?

What touched her most was the realization that her small act of kindness, something she thought of as an inconsequential gesture, had stayed with Frederick for so long.

“When did you know that the girl, the one you were looking for, was me?” she asked.

His gaze turned distant, as if he were speaking of someone else’s life. “Three years ago, the day we fell apart.”

It was the same day her grandmother was laid to rest-the day Frederick had intended to confess his feelings to her!

Marguerite cursed the timing of her knowledge.

Had she known earlier that Frederick had been searching for her, had she known of his intentions, she would never have gone to the Winston estate to meet Maurice.

identity of the mysterious

meant fleeing with him, far from the comforts of Stonebridge

chances, and her regrets were now a burden too

in her throat as she

to the Winston estate to tell you everything,” he said.

Marguerite was not just to acknowledge the debt of

night-a question left unanswered as the woman’s face captured on

could voice his doubts, Marguerite would reveal something far more consequential-something that would alter the

was a last grasp at hope; if the child wasn’t his, then the only other possibility

for her, believing she must’ve been

secret.

he was

hadn’t realized the significance she held in his heart, and perhaps that was why he resented her

lift of her face, her eyes brimming with tears and