The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 142

He seemed to be yearning for her, and decided that regardless of her anger, he would spoil her. He felt an uncontrollable agitation within him; he wanted her like hell. Damn it, he thought, why did alcohol make him miss her so much?

When Isabella touched him, he felt repulsed. He forced a bitter smile. His little wife, she’d got him wrapped around her little finger for life.

Chase came over, laughing as he helped Magnus to his feet “Alright, let’s go. Back home, back to your wife

Before he could finish, he found Magnus had fallen asleep against him. He hoisted him up and began to walk out What had gotten into him, he wondered,

he felt so hot.

Shaking his head, Chase supported Magnus as they left the bar, muttering to himself, “When you sober up, you better thank me. If I hadn’t shown up like some kind of superhero, you would have ended up in bed with that woman. Natalia would never forgive you”

Of course, Magnus couldn’t hear any of this. All he knew was that he needed to see his wife. He really needed her

Chase grudgingly helped the drunken Magnus into his car and drove towards the Andersen family residence. “Great, not only do I have to keep him company while he’s drinking, I also have to save his reputation and then act as a part–time driver. Where would you find a friend as reliable as me?”

As he was speaking, he noticed a smear of lipstick on Magnus‘ chin and roughly wiped it off for him. “Can’t take that home. Natalia would kill you. Ha ha

However, the careless Chase hadn’t noticed there was another lipstick mark quietly resting on Magnus chest.

Chase drove at breakneck speed to drop off Magnus at Maplewood Manor After parking the car, he looked up at the house to see the lights still on and let out a sigh of relief. At this hour, he didn’t expect anyone to be awake waiting for Magnus.

Magnus out of the car, all the while hearing him repeatedly asking for his wife. Chase chuckled at the sight of this usually mature man turning into a lovesick puppy. He’d never seen Magnus this sentimental when he was drunk before Now, he couldn’t stop asking

he helped Magnus to the front door of the mansion,

long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, her

declared his love for her alone, but reality had cruelly

she had nothing to offer him. But then she remembered how they met and how they got together. It was all so clear in her mind

independent, she would go and find her mother. She believed her mother must

belong here, and Magnus had never truly been hers. Yes, he had said he

with Isabella

hadn’t said it outright, as time went on, she knew he

was the irony of

thought about this, Natalia forced a bitter smile. Her heart felt heavy, as if something was pressing against

Natalia’s train of thought. She knew it must be Magnus, and even though the thought of him with Isabella still lingered in her mind, she straightened out the slightly wrinkled clothes she was wearing and got up, heading

all staying in the backyard

door to Magnus, but to some ghastly specter from hell. Her heart was heavy with

losing his patience, knocked again, muttering to himself, “Why isn’t Natalia answering the

move. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to open

come home like that? She had believed that he truly loved her as he claimed

had shared had turned into a cruel mockery How

urged impatiently “He’s drunk Come out and help

The weight on Natalia’s chest seemed to lift at this revelation.

meant she didn’t have to confront Magnus lies and hear his explanations just yet. That

and saw Chase, his face stern, half–supporting the drunken, unconscious Magnus.

flushed, was mumbling incoherently