Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 864

At that moment, the fog in Cresthaven was growing thicker, shrouding the town in a heavy, gray gloom.

Marguerite's heart was pounding with urgency-she couldn't wait another second to find Frederick and finally reveal the truth.

But it was rush hour, and visibility on the road was nearly zero thanks to the dense mist.

She didn't dare speed up. After everything she'd been through, she valued her life far more than any fleeting moment of impatience.

After all, only the living have hope for the future-she couldn't let anything happen to her now.

She had to stand before Frederick, safe and whole, look him in the eye, and tell him, *I am your wife.*

She needed to know what really happened that night, six months ago.

Why had he shot Teresa? Why had he signed the wafer technology contract?

Marguerite didn't care whether he remembered their past. If he'd lost his memory, she'd find the world's best doctors to help him recover. There were always more solutions than obstacles.

The more she thought about it, the more desperate she became.

While waiting at a red light, Marguerite's gaze flicked to the GPS and spotted a shortcut.

If she took the side road, she could dodge the rush hour traffic and save precious time.

As soon as the light turned green, she started the car again.

suddenly, a car behind her lurched forward and slammed straight into her

crunch, Marguerite's engine died on the

hit her hard and fast;

what was happening before a

felt was a

moment, Marguerite's cheek burned so fiercely she forgot

shrieked in her ear-shrill, hysterical, and all

My daughter died today and you're still living your

clutched her cheek, stunned. Was that Zoe's

her head so

be hearing Zoe now?

a year.

back a surge of pain, Marguerite forced her eyes open, trying to focus on

she

her by

right

her

lett,

bloodshot, looking utterly unhinged.

and the impatient blare of horns filled the

this is about,

cut her

the people nearby began to scream and scatter