Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Frederick bolted out the back door. By the time Marguerite chased after him, all she saw was his taillights disappearing into the night.

His abrupt departure left her flabbergasted. She even took a tumble, but he didn’t stop.

Her gown was torn, her delicate skin scraped raw. The pain made her arm and hand burn.

Picking herself up off the ground, she kicked off her high heels and began the challenging trek outside the mansion.

Luckily, the Winston Mansion wasn’t far from the city. Marguerite quickly hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address to Sapphire Valley Estates.

The driver glanced at Marguerite through the rearview mirror, his eyes widened in surprise.

His shock wasn’t unwarranted. Marguerite’s white gown was stained and torn in places from her fall. Plus, she’d been running barefoot, her feet bloody.

The sight was heartbreaking.

For Marguerite, her usual strong facade was gone. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her slender shoulders trembling with her sobs.

Before long, they arrived at the entrance of Sapphire Valley Estates.

Marguerite generously paid the fare, her voice choked with tears, “Keep the change.”

She hastily got out of the car, pushed open the black iron gates, and ran inside.

Frederick’s villa was at the very heart of the estate. Marguerite ran panting, but she didn’t dare stop.

Honestly, she wasn’t even sure why she was so desperate to explain, but she followed that impulse nonetheless.

She’d always thought that since there was no emotional foundation between her and Frederick, she could just walk away after the divorce.

But she was wrong.

The moment Frederick found out she was pregnant, the moment he coldly asked, “Do you have any dignity left,” she felt a pain so deep she couldn’t breathe, let alone catch her breath.

She didn’t want Frederick to misunderstand, so she had to tell him the truth about that night.

Whether he could forgive her or not, she had to tell him.

After about ten minutes, the villa finally came into view.

With fists clenched, she knocked on the door frantically, irregularly.

Chuck answered the door and was startled at her appearance, “Marguerite, what happened to you?”

Marguerite brushed past him, “Where’s Frederick? I need to see him!”

Chuck quickly blocked her path, “Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Winston doesn’t want to see you now.”

Marguerite was taken aback, then turned to Chuck desperately, “I have something important to explain to him!”

“Ms. Lockwood, there’s no point in explaining anymore. Regardless of your explanation, the child in your belly isn’t Mr. Winston’s. What else do you want to say? He’s already done you a favor by not

being angry. So, you want to barge in, and recount the whole story, just to make him angrier?”

Chuck and Robert, they’ve always been the cheerleaders of their relationship.

And he’s always thought Marguerite was good for Mr. Winston. Though she wasn’t a beauty, her resilience and kindness set her apart from any other woman he’d met.

But he never expected Marguerite to do something so unacceptable, and his tone naturally hardened.

Tears welled up in Marguerite’s eyes, she grabbed Chuck’s shoulders pleadingly, “I never meant to use him. I really didn’t. This child… it was an accident.”

Chuck sighed deeply, his eyes filled with disappointment.

“Ms. Lockwood, do you know what Mr. Winston did for you today? In his study, he even…”

“Chuck!” A sharper voice interrupted Chuck’s words, “Let her in!”

The voice came from the direction of the stairs.

Marguerite was startled, and the next second she shook off Chuck’s hand and ran towards the living room.

Frederick was leaning on the banister, his gloomy face looked terrifying, “You wanted to explain? What do you have to say?”