Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 84

Back then, the BMW on the street was already revving up.

Ten minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the barbecue joint across from Stonebridge Memorial Hospital.

Miley was meticulously picking out dishes from the menu, ordering a bunch of barbecue stuff and a side of dipping sauce.

Across the table, Marguerite was all sulky and droopy, looking like a wet blanket.

"What's eating you? Someone giving you a hard time?"

Marguerite tried not to think about Frederick, but his snobbish and crude demeanor kept popping up uninvited in her mind.

Marguerite felt like she was stuck in a funk, her resolution to leave him growing stronger by the minute.

"Miley, can you lend me some dough?"

To make her exit, she needed to settle the whopping half a million she owed him.

And Miley was the only one she could turn to.

Hearing this, Miley instantly dropped her chopsticks and said, "I can wire it to you, how much do you need? Ten grand? Twenty grand? Or thirty grand?"

Marguerite looked at her, feeling sheepish, and held up five fingers.

"Fifty grand?" Miley was taken aback, "Sure."

Marguerite said in a soft voice, "Miley... it's half a million."

Miley was startled.

"I do have some savings, but I don't have half a million. What's going on? Are you in debt?"

Marguerite let out a deep sigh. She hadn't had time to spill everything to Miley yesterday.

But since the cat was already out of the bag, there was no point in holding back. These secrets had been bottled up for too long, maybe letting them out would bring some relief.

Marguerite put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then whispered, "I'm married."

Miley, who was in the middle of a sip, did a spit take, "What?"

"My husband is Frederick."

Miley sprayed the drink she was drinking all at once. "What?"

Marguerite quickly covered Miley's mouth and whispered, "I owe him half a million. If I don't pay him back, my life is over."

Miley pushed Marguerite away, her mind in utter chaos from the shock.

Imagine, the man who was the dreamboat of eighty percent of women worldwide suddenly got hitched, and the bride was your bestie.

What a mind-blowing revelation.

Marguerite spent half an hour explaining the whole shebang to Miley. She was hoping for some advice, but instead, Miley was gripping her hands tightly like she was praising her.