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?”

man’s voice was deep and filled with pain. Natalia turned and saw the man holding her. His eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face looked haggard, but his eyes were fervent,

slowing her pace.

even married. She wasn’t anyone’s

step, the man from behind rushed over, grabbing

didn’t she recognize him? And why did her heart ache at

Natalia began in a soft voice. She didn’t know this man, and she certainly didn’t understand why he suddenly rushed over, grabbed her, and called

away but found she couldn’t break free Seeing the mixture

eyes, she turned to Callum for help.

she could finish, Callum threw a punch, knocking the man who had been holding

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

had just returned from a business

sure that 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

information about this man. Her subconscious told

for five years. You deserve to die!” How

Natalia for five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into

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.

helpless and couldn’t assist

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

Driving into

confusion, and her forgotten memories were slowly

Kendra, and then she had miscarried. She drove