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?”

with pain. Natalia turned and saw the man holding her. His eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face looked haggard,

slowing her pace.

She wasn’t even married. She wasn’t anyone’s “Wife,” so he couldn’t

step, the man from

she recognize him? And why did her heart ache at the sight of him?

man, and she certainly didn’t understand

couldn’t break free Seeing the mixture of

his pain–filled eyes, she turned to Callum for help. “Callum,

man who had been holding

body. So, Magnus‘ wife had been rescued by this British man and was hidden away for five years. He lunged at

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

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

She searched her mind for any information about this man. Her subconscious told her that this man was the

and hid her for five years. You deserve to die!” How could he

hiding Natalia for five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed

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.

bodyguards. Paul was helpless and couldn’t

your wife? Have you no shame? If it weren’t for you, 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 your wife after all you’ve done? You

into

their argument in confusion, and her forgotten memories

had miscarried. She drove like a madwoman, crashing