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,

slowing her pace.

man couldn’t be calling her, could he? She wasn’t even married. She wasn’t anyone’s

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

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

go…” Natalia began in a soft voice. She didn’t know this man, and she certainly didn’t understand why he suddenly rushed over, grabbed her, and

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

pain–filled eyes, she turned to Callum

punch, knocking the man who

man 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‘

Magnus, who had just returned

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

any information about this man. Her subconscious

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

five years. Magnus‘ fist

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 airport lobby. Paul quickly dialed his bodyguard’s number.

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

Have you no shame? If 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

into

their argument in confusion, and her forgotten memories were

and Kendra, and then she had miscarried. She drove like a madwoman, crashing through the