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?”

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

slowing her pace.

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

could take another step, the man from behind rushed

he? Why didn’t she recognize him? And why did her heart ache at the sight of

man, and she certainly didn’t understand why he suddenly

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

turned

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

on 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

returned from a business trip to the

It was no longer a healthy flush, but a pallid, tired hue. Who was he? Why was he calling her his wife? And why

about this man. Her subconscious told her that this man was the cause of her nightmares for the past

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

Natalia for five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into him with all

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

didn’t bring any bodyguards. Paul was helpless and

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? You killed her, do

into the

confusion, and her forgotten memories

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