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 handsome face looked haggard,

slowing her pace.

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

she could take another step, the man from behind rushed over, grabbing her

her heart ache at

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

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

turned to Callum for help.

the man who had

even more pain, spreading throughout his body. So, Magnus‘ wife

Magnus, who had just returned

hadn’t always been this size. Even his complexion had changed. It was no longer a healthy flush, but a pallid, tired

men wrestling, feeling helpless and stunned. She searched her mind for any information about this

her for five years. You deserve to die!” How could he have thought his wife was

for five years. Magnus‘

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

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

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

into the

argument in confusion,

of Magnus and Kendra, and then she had miscarried. She drove like a madwoman, crashing through the guardrail of the bridge and plunging into the