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"I'm Zara Wright," the lady said.

Rosaline stared at her wondering where she had heard her name. But she failed to recall.

"You might not know, but I can assure you your dear husband does," Zara said.

Just then, Frederick, who had been waiting for Rosaline to come back, came downstairs, in search of her.

"Who is there?" He asked.

"Some lady, who claims to know you," Rosaline replied.

"Lady? Claim to know me?" Frederick asked and hurried over to the door to know who it was. He hadn't gotten to the door when Rosaline said:

"Yes, she said her name is Zara Wright." Frederick halted his movement on hearing this.

"What?"

"You better get your ass here and stop asking questions," Rosaline said.

Frederick slowly walked up to the door. True to what Rosaline said, there stood Zara, who did not look like her former self. She had lost a lot of weight and had some wounds on her body. Her mouth was broken and she had dry blood just above her lips.

"What are you doing here?" Frederick asked.

"Can't