Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 82

Ordinary cars couldn’t roll into Sapphire Valley Estates. Marguerite was worried that Steven would smell a rat about her and Frederick, so she had him drop her off nearby.

After getting out of the car, she bid Steven goodbye and saw Frederick standing at the gate, his face was as stern as a judge.

The moonlight spilled over him, but instead of feeling cozy, Marguerite felt a chill.

Who on earth had pissed him off?

Before she could open her mouth, Frederick started to chew her out, “Marguerite, you’re getting bolder and bolder. Not only coming home late, but now you’re also hanging out with other men?”

Marguerite was confused and irritated by his baseless accusation, “Frederick, can you watch your mouth? It was a chance encounter, and he just gave me a lift home.”

“A chance encounter?” Frederick sneered. “You’re really crafty. You may look average, but you always manage to find rich guys. I really underestimated you.”

Marguerite bit her lip, her face turned pale.

Considering their interactions these past few days, she thought they could get along, and sometimes even found herself leaning on him.

But Frederick still prejudiced against her, saw her as someone who would do anything to climb up the social ladder.

“You can blame me all you want, but I have my dignity. I’m a human being, not some animal you can insult at will.”

Despite being agitated, Marguerite managed to keep her cool and said this calmly.

She was furious but didn’t want to argue further.

Without waiting for his response, she was about to walk away when he suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

“Marguerite, are you tired of pretending to be all high and mighty? Your friend is long gone. He can’t hear your righteous words.”

The pain in her shoulder made Marguerite shove him off and finally lost her temper, “Frederick, are you out of your mind? I told you we just ran into each other. There’s nothing going on between us, he’s just my…”

“Marguerite!” Frederick cut her off, not listening to her explanation.

Marguerite was at a loss, feeling furious but helpless.

“You married me by scheming, so until we get divorced, you better fulfill your duties as a wife and do not think about messing around. If I find out you’re betraying me, you know what will happen.”

His stubbornness was driving her crazy. She had explained clearly, but he still insisted on his own views.

The duties of a wife?

He never acknowledged her as one, why should she fulfill those duties?

“I wish I could get a divorce right now. You think I want to be your wife?”

Marguerite’s harsh words made Frederick’s eyes darken, and his anger rose.

So she couldn’t wait to put a distance between them?

She must have found a better man.

“You think divorce solves everything? Do I need to remind you? The clothes you wear and the food you eat, which one wasn’t bought with my money? Not counting lodging and food, you still owe me $500,000. Your tricks don’t work on me.”

Marguerite was worn out, shouting at Frederick, “I’ll pay you back. Even if it means selling everything I have, I’ll pay you back.”

With that she broke free from Frederick and ran into the mansion.

Back in her room, Marguerite slumped onto the couch, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She hated herself for not being strong enough to stand up to Frederick’s insults and leave.

Her marriage to Frederick was a deal with a mystery man. Her grandmother was still in the hospital. If she unilaterally breached the agreement, what would happen to her grandmother?

She had to endure.

Endure until the contract ended, until she could get a divorce, until her grandmother got better. She had to take her grandmother and leave.

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$500,000, that was a lot of money. How was she going to pay it back?