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.

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

front door of the mansion, he prepared to knock

sat dully by the window, staring into the endless night. Her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, her eyes filled with sadness. She felt lost, unsure of where to go or what to

declared his love for her

had nothing to offer him. But then she remembered how they

her mother. She believed her mother must have had

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

with Isabella

knew he would eventually get tired and ask her to leave.

irony of

smile. Her heart felt heavy, as if something was pressing against it, making her want to cry

though the thought of him with Isabella still lingered in her mind, she straightened out the slightly wrinkled clothes she was wearing and

it was late, Linden and the servants were all staying in the backyard and couldn’t hear the knocking She had no choice but to answer the door

she wasn’t opening the door to Magnus, but to some ghastly specter from

muttering to himself, “Why isn’t Natalia answering the door?”

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

intimate with his first love at the banquet. How could he just come home like that? She had believed that he truly loved her as he claimed But now, she realized that it was all a joke

had turned into a cruel mockery How was she supposed to face Magnus

the door! Chase, struggling to support Magnus, urged impatiently “He’s drunk Come out and help me.” Chase could hardly support Magnus on

seemed to lift at this revelation. He was

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

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

his face flushed, was mumbling incoherently