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 familiar. Natalia continued

slowing her pace.

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

from behind rushed over, grabbing her

recognize him? And why did her heart ache

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

couldn’t break free Seeing the mixture

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

Callum threw a punch, knocking the man who had been holding her to the

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 at Callum, grappling with

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

size. Even his complexion had changed. It was no longer a healthy

feeling helpless and stunned. 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 have thought

hiding Natalia for five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into

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.

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

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?

Driving into

confusion, and her forgotten

she had miscarried. She drove like a madwoman, crashing through the guardrail of the