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.

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

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 over half a year. The doctors said her memory loss was a result of her traumatic accident. Callum was relieved – he hoped Natalia would forget

really your fiancée? Why do I keep dreaming

everything she wanted to do. Whether it was designing or painting, he was always the first to

a novice to an internationally recognized designer. She knew Callum loved her deeply. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a man

heart dropped. “What man? What does he look like?”

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nervously.

really exist? I can’t see his face in my dreams, but every time I dream of him,

deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. “Buttercup, you must have been traumatized by the

looked down, half–believing him. She felt a strong connection to this man in her dreams, and she suspected Callum was hiding something from

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

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

his lips. This scene reminded him of a line from a poem he had once read, “You stand on the bridge admiring the view, while someone in