Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 214

Though the man's silhouette had faded from view, Marguerite quickly cleaned the tears at the corner of her eyes.

She sniffled, reaching out for the cash he left behind - a whopping ten thousand dollars.

Was all this money for a cab ride? It was a compensation, she thought.

But what was there to compensate for? Frederick hadn't done anything wrong.

She was the one in the wrong, carrying another man's child, placing Frederick in a more difficult position within the Winston family.

Marguerite rose from her seat and left the restaurant. As soon as she stepped out, a torrential downpour began, accompanied by thunder.

There was no eaves outside the diner, and Marguerite hailed a cab in the rain, taking a good half-hour to find one.

Soaked to the bone and in a pitiful state, she decided to head straight to Miley's apartment, since she didn't want to worry her grandmother.

The taxi struggled to move in the heavy rain, and Marguerite huddled in the backseat, shivering from the cold. But all she felt was cold, and colder still.

The rain pelted against the window, and Marguerite felt utterly helpless.

Images swirled in her mind, weaving a movie where every scene featured Frederick. Yet, the more she thought about him, the lonelier she felt, as if she were the only person left in the world.

Upon reaching Miley's apartment, Marguerite paid the fare and braved the rain to enter the building, weakly knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

Miley's disgruntled voice came from inside, and she was taken aback when she saw Marguerite.

"Marguerite? Why are you drenched? Don't you carry an umbrella?"

Marguerite stood there, soaked and shivering, with tears streaming down her face. "It's so cold," was all she could say.

Miley quickly pulled Marguerite inside, guiding her towards the bathroom. "Take off your clothes and get in the tub, I'll run you a bath."

As the water gushed from the showerhead, Marguerite slowly undressed and removed her mask, slipping into the bathtub.

Marguerite shook her head, "No."

"Then what is it? Tell me, and I'll stand up for you. Don't just cry, what happened?"

Marguerite turned to look at Miley, her face flushed from the steam. The next moment, her chest heaved violently, tears flowing down her face.

"Miley, I feel awful. I've been trying so hard to control myself, but all I can think about is Frederick! No matter how hard I try, it's useless! I feel... I feel like my head is going to explode, and my heart feels suffocated. It's like there's this breath stuck in my chest that I can't exhale."

Marguerite began to hit her head, Miley quickly stopped her, pulling her into a hug.

She had never seen Marguerite lose control like this, crying so much that her body shook.

"Miley, I'm so upset, I'm really upset. Sometimes, I wonder if things would be different if I wasn't carrying this child. But what's the point of thinking about it? I don't understand, I really don't..."

Miley froze, then let go of Marguerite, cupping her face in her hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "I remember you asking me once if you might have feelings for Mr. Winston. Now I can answer you, you don't just like him, you're in love with him!"