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, hopeful, and pained. uely

slowing her pace.

her, could he? She wasn’t even

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

ache at the sight of him? His weathered face pricked every

certainly didn’t understand why he suddenly rushed

she couldn’t break free Seeing the mixture of

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

the man who had

saw Callum, his heart filled with even more pain, spreading throughout his body. So, Magnus‘ wife

returned from a business trip

bit gaunt. Yes, gaunt. Natalia was 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?

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

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

years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into him

fighting right there in the airport lobby. Paul quickly dialed his bodyguard’s number. For so many years,

bodyguards. Paul was helpless and couldn’t assist Magnus in fighting

you, would she have been in a life–or–death situation? How dare you call her your wife after all you’ve done?

into the

argument in confusion, and her forgotten

had received a disgusting video of Magnus and Kendra, and then she had miscarried. She drove like a madwoman, crashing through the guardrail of the bridge and plunging into the