The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 207

Passengers flying to United Kingdom, please note that your flight is about to take off shortly. Please carry your ID and ticket with you and head to the check–in gate.”

The sweet voice of the airport cabin crew echoed through the airport intercom. Callum gently nudged Natalia. “Buttercup, let’s get going.”

“Uh–huh,” Natalia murmured, nodding her head as she followed Callum towards the check–in counter.

Just then, a tall man emerged from the exit opposite them. His face looked stiff, and his complexion was worn. A man in a suit trailed behind him. Passing by the check–in counter, he glanced at Natalia, who was about to check in and froze. He took in her lavender Italian maxi dress and white trench coat.

The moment she turned around to pull her luggage, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. “My wife!”

Impossible. He closed his eyes. His wife had been dead for five years. How could it be

her?

But when he opened them again, the figure in the lavender dress was there, with her back to him. That shape was etched into his marrow for the past five years, and he couldn’t be

mistaken.

“My wife! My wife!” His voice was hoarse and filled with emotion.

Natalia had barely taken two steps when she heard the urgent calls from behind her. The voice was somewhat strange, yet vagIs it really you? Am I dreaming?”

His eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face looked haggard, but his eyes were fervent, hopeful, and pained. uely familiar. Natalia continued walking,

slowing her pace.

man couldn’t be calling her, could he? She wasn’t even married. She wasn’t anyone’s “Wife,”

she could take another step, the man from behind rushed over,

did her heart ache at the sight of him? His weathered face pricked every nerve

soft voice. She didn’t know this man, and she certainly didn’t understand

tried to pull away but found she couldn’t

eyes, she turned to Callum for help.

who had been holding

man on the ground quickly picked himself up, and when he saw Callum, his heart filled with even more pain, spreading throughout his body. So, Magnus‘ wife had been rescued by this British man and was hidden away for five years. He lunged

was Magnus, who had just returned from a business trip to

complexion had changed. It was no longer a healthy flush,

information about this

five years. You deserve to die!” How could he have

hiding Natalia for five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into him with all his

pushover. He was a duke who had undergone training in the royal army and was unmatched in combat. The two started fighting right there in the airport lobby. Paul quickly dialed his bodyguard’s number. For so many years, the CEO hardly spoke to anyone, let alone

Paul was helpless and couldn’t assist

would Buttercup have ended up driving into the sea? If it weren’t for you, would she have been in a life–or–death situation? How dare you call her

Driving into

listened to their argument in confusion, and her forgotten memories were slowly

miscarried. She drove like a madwoman, crashing through the guardrail of the bridge and