Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 687

Of course, Marguerite knew what Frederick was hinting at the events of that fateful night.

In an instant, a long-buried sense of shame resurfaced, compelling tears to fall uncontrollably from Marguerite's eyes.

"I can't remember clearly... I just recall Zoe pressuring me to spend time with a man named Hanley, but the moment I entered, I regretted it. I... I was forced..."

"Didn't you get a good look at the man at all?"

Marguerite hunched over, her hands clutching her head as her elbows rested on her knees, tears dropping steadily.

Her emotions were in turmoil; the mere thought of that night brought a mix of disgust and shame.

"Please, stop asking... It's the most painful memory I have, I really don't want to talk about it..."

No woman could easily recount such an experience without being deeply affected.

Seeing her intense reaction, waves of pain washed over Frederick, and he reluctantly dropped the subject.

But for some reason, whenever Marguerite mentioned that night, he couldn't help but remember his own one-night stand.

Three years ago, the day they parted ways, when Miley told him Marguerite and Yuna were lookalikes, he was desperate to find Marguerite, wanting to know if she was the one from that night.

how could it be

him twins, and he had even done a paternity test

her shoulders heaving up and down,

sturdy arm towards her back, wanting to

his conflicted feelings

a long silence, Frederick spoke again, his

you conspire with

straightening up, Marguerite took the

at her eyes.

she looked straight into Frederick's eyes, her honesty

you was indeed orchestrated by Maurice from

because he promised to save my grandmother's life.

any of your secrets

spyware on my phone without my

Frederick's eyes, his

hated that this truth came too

explain when I came to the Winston Mansion looking for you?" "Explain? How could I explain

Maurice, I knew we were doomed! What was the point of

sad how fate played us; after all this time, Maurice and Teresa had nothing