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.

could it be

even done a paternity test with Hayes; the child was

woman before him was sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders heaving up and down, a sight that deeply

arm towards her back, wanting

conflicted feelings made

a long silence, Frederick spoke again, his voice cold yet

did you conspire with

Marguerite took the

at her eyes.

straight into Frederick's eyes, her

to you was indeed orchestrated by Maurice from behind

grandmother's life. But I

I never revealed any of your secrets to him,

spyware on my

eyes, his emotions too

hated that this truth came too

to the Winston Mansion looking for you?" "Explain?

realized the child I was carrying belonged to Maurice, I knew we were doomed!

just sad how fate played us; after all this time, Maurice and Teresa