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?”

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

slowing her pace.

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

step, the man from behind rushed over, grabbing her slender wrist. “My

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

let go…” Natalia began in a soft voice. She didn’t know this man, and she certainly didn’t understand

but found she couldn’t break

pain–filled eyes, she turned

finish, Callum threw a punch, knocking the man who had been holding her to the ground. “Let her go!”

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

had just returned from

looked a 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,

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

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

for five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into him

The two started fighting right there in the airport lobby. Paul quickly dialed his bodyguard’s number. For so

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

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

Driving into the

to their argument in confusion, and her forgotten

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