The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 191

The driver gently pressed the gas pedal, navigating the Lincoln Town Car through the garden paths at Hampton Court.

Ms. Clarkson had recently won an award and was in high spirits. She was seeing beauty in everything around her. She looked out the window and pointed to the manicured hedges and flower beds they drove by, remarking, “These are absolutely stunning.”

Callum, however, didn’t share her appreciation for the gardens. He poured two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon, and handed one to Ms. Clarkson. “These geometric gardens are best seen from the sky. I’ll take you up next time,” he promised.

She accepted the wine and nodded in thanks. “Thank you, Callum, but I feel like I’m imposing on you.”

“What are you talking about, Buttercup?” Callum objected. “You’re my fiancée, there’s no such thing as imposing. Anything I do for you, I do willingly.”

Indeed, the woman sharing a drink with Callum was Natalia, who had supposedly drowned in a boating accident.

Five years prior, Natalia had driven her car off a cliff into the ocean, coincidentally when Callum was visiting Melfort. His yacht crew spotted her floating body in the water. They rescued her, but she was unconscious and barely alive.

doctors to save her. This explained why Magnus‘ search parties never

coma, Natalia slowly woke up. Those six months were agonizing for Callum, who feared every day that the doctors would tell him Natalia was beyond saving. Fortunately, Natalia survived, although it took

wine, looking uncertain. “Callum, am I really your fiancée? Why do I

noticed Callum’s dedication. He supported her in everything she wanted to do. Whether it was designing or painting, he was always the

her deeply. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a man from her

Callum’s heart dropped. “What man? What

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nervously.

does this man really exist? I can’t see his face in my

a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. “Buttercup, you must

connection to this

further, he wasn’t sure he could have kept the truth from her. He didn’t want Natalia to remember

lost in thought, gazed out the window at the clear skies and lush trees. She decided to live in

him of a line from a poem he had once read, “You stand on the bridge admiring the view, while someone in a high