Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 525

There we go again, he said he didn’t love her anymore!

She had grasped the message in his heart, so why did he insist on repeating it over and over?

He was always like this vacillating, tormenting her to her very soul!

Marguerite bit her lower lip fiercely, feeling a tumultuous ache in her chest, “I get it, you don’t need to tell me every single day. It’s exhausting for me to

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The atmosphere in the car took a sudden nosedive into awkward silence after Marguerite spat out those words.

Both of them seemed upset, yet neither understood what they were really angry about.

So what if Frederick didn’t love her? Wasn’t it enough that she loved him?

But that confession, Marguerite could never muster the courage to voice it out loud.

Most of the time, Marguerite despised herself for not being as bold as someone like Miley, who charged headfirst into love, recklessly pursuing the one she cherished.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried.

Lately, she’d been desperately clinging to him, in a manner so demeaning it almost stripped her of her dignity.

But what she received in return was only neglect and agony.

Perhaps she was never meant to be strong. From her earliest memories, she’d been hurt too much, too deeply; her spirit was scarred beyond recognition.

So, to protect her battered heart, she chose to run away, time and time again.

If Frederick hated her, she’d stop chasing. If he wanted to torment her, she’d hide away.

Her love for him, that profound affection, would be forever concealed within the depths of her heart.

And so be it. She was tired, too.

Letting go of Frederick meant freeing herself; it was the best outcome.

In the backseat, Marguerite occupied the left while Frederick took the right. Unspoken words hung between them, creating a divide that neither seemed willing to bridge.

But Teresa, sitting between them, looked from one to the other, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Daddy had just said he didn’t love Mommy anymore. That simply wouldn’t do!

If Daddy didn’t love Mommy, how could she tell them the truth of her origin?

Involuntarily, Teresa’s thoughts drifted to a month ago when she had used a strand of Daddy’s hair for a DIY paternity test. If she brought out the test results, revealing to Frederick that she too was his child, would that make Daddy fall back in love with Mommy?

Teresa was conflicted; she had guarded this secret for a whole month!

It was suffocating her, and each time she wanted to reveal it, something made her hesitate.

But this time, she couldn’t hold it in any longer!

She decided to come clean to Frederick, then figure out the next steps.

Before long, they arrived back at the Winston Mansion. As they each lifted the little ones out of the car, Teresa grabbed Marguerite’s hand and pulled her towards the house.

But no sooner had they stepped inside than they were met by a charging Yuna, her eyes filled with desperate hope that vanished the moment they locked gazes, replaced by an arrogance even more pronounced than usual.

“Where’s my son?” Yuna demanded, her voice edged with fury.

Marguerite, taken aback, replied, “Why are you still at the Winston Mansion?”

Yuna’s eyes widened, her sharp voice suddenly laced with a feigned grievance as she deliberately raised her volume:

“Why can’t I be at the Winston Mansion? Manley and Freddie are here, so of course, I should be here too! What are you implying, Marguerite? Freddie just banned me from the hospital, not from the mansion! Are you stirring things up with Freddie again?”

Marguerite stood dumbfounded. What was this all about?

Frederick had clearly wanted to cut ties between Yuna and the child, hadn’t he?

How had it turned into her supposedly whispering in Frederick’s ear?

But soon, Marguerite realized why Yuna was talking nonsense.

She saw Hackett put down his teacup, rise from the living room sofa with a menacing look, and start marching towards her.