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.

car behind her lurched forward

Marguerite's engine died on

driver had hit her hard and fast; the impact

to process what was happening before a rough hand

was a

so fiercely

shrieked in her

died today and you're still

clutched her cheek, stunned. Was that

hit her head so

now? They

a year.

trying to focus

she saw

by the collar

right in

Zoe, her

lett,

bloodshot, looking utterly unhinged.

crowd was gathering, and the impatient blare of horns filled the air

let me go-whatever this is

cut her off, shrill

nearby began to scream and scatter in