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?”

voice was deep and filled with pain. Natalia turned and saw the man holding her. His eyes were bloodshot, and his

slowing her pace.

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

take another step, the man from behind rushed over, grabbing

she recognize him? And why did her heart ache at the sight of him? His weathered face pricked

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

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

in his pain–filled eyes, she turned to

who

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

Magnus, who had just returned from a business trip

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 was he calling

for any information about this man. Her subconscious

you kidnapped my wife and hid her for five years. You deserve to die!”

five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into him

was no pushover. 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

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

If it weren’t for you, would she have been in

Driving into

their argument in confusion,

had miscarried. She drove like a madwoman, crashing