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?”

eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face looked haggard, but his eyes were fervent,

slowing her pace.

he? She wasn’t even married.

man from behind rushed over, grabbing her slender wrist.

was he? Why didn’t she recognize him? And why did her heart ache at the sight of him? His weathered face pricked every nerve in

understand why he suddenly rushed over, grabbed her, and

tried to pull away but found she couldn’t break free Seeing

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

who had been holding her to the ground.

more pain, spreading throughout his body. So, Magnus‘ wife had been rescued by this British man and was hidden away

returned from

he hadn’t always been this size. Even his complexion had changed. It was no longer a healthy flush, but a pallid, tired hue. Who was he? Why was he calling her

feeling helpless and stunned. She searched her mind for any information about this man. Her subconscious told her that this

for five years. You deserve to die!” How could he have thought his wife was in

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

in the airport

helpless and couldn’t

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

into

listened to their argument in confusion, and her

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