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.

helped the unsteady 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

to the front door

night. Her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, her eyes filled with sadness. She felt lost, unsure of where

had repeatedly declared his love for her alone,

then she remembered how they met and

that after graduating and becoming independent, she would go and find her mother. She believed her mother

had said he only loved her, and then

with Isabella

though Magnus hadn’t said it outright, as time went on, she knew he would eventually

irony of her life.

smile. Her heart felt heavy, as if something was pressing

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

door and descended the stairs. Since it was late, Linden and the servants were all staying in the backyard and couldn’t hear the

like she wasn’t opening the door to Magnus, but to some ghastly specter from hell. Her heart was heavy with

knocked again, muttering to himself,

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to open the door. It was

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

had turned into a cruel mockery How was

“He’s drunk Come out and help me.”

seemed to lift at this revelation. He was drunk?

lies and hear his explanations just yet. That

the door, gently turned the handle, and saw Chase, his face stern, half–supporting the drunken,

face flushed, was mumbling incoherently