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.

the best doctors to save her. This explained why Magnus‘ search parties never found any trace of her after

agonizing for Callum, who feared every day that the doctors would tell him Natalia was beyond saving. Fortunately, Natalia survived, although it took over half a year. The doctors said her memory loss was a result of her traumatic accident. Callum was relieved – he

really your fiancée? Why do I keep dreaming of another

dedication. He supported her in everything she wanted to do. Whether

She knew Callum loved her

this, Callum’s heart dropped. “What man? What

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nervously.

exist? I can’t see his

steady. “Buttercup, you must have been traumatized by the accident. There’s no such man, don’t worry about

down, half–believing him. She felt a strong connection to this man in her

could have kept the truth from her. He didn’t want Natalia to

gazed out the window at the clear skies and lush trees. She

A gentle smile played on his lips. This scene reminded him of a line from a poem he had once read, “You stand on the bridge