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?”

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.

slowing her pace.

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,

he? Why didn’t she recognize him? And why did her heart ache at the sight of him? His weathered face pricked every

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

couldn’t break free Seeing the mixture of joy, and

turned to

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

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

just returned from a business trip

changed. It was no longer a healthy flush, but a pallid, tired

watched the two men wrestling, feeling helpless and stunned. She searched her mind for any information about this man. Her subconscious told her that this man was the cause of her nightmares for

You deserve to die!” How could he have thought his wife

Natalia for five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into him

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 airport lobby. Paul quickly dialed his bodyguard’s number. For so many years, the CEO hardly spoke to anyone, let alone fought. My God,

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

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

into the

confusion,

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