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?”

saw the man holding her. His eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face looked haggard, but his eyes were fervent,

slowing her pace.

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

could take another step, the man from behind rushed

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

let 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 called her “Wife.” Was he some kind of

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

his pain–filled eyes, she turned to Callum for help. “Callum,

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

his body. So, Magnus‘ wife had been

who had just returned from a business

always been this size. Even his complexion had changed. It was no longer a healthy flush, but a pallid, tired hue. Who was he? Why was he calling her his wife? And why did she

searched her mind for any information about this man. Her subconscious told her that

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

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

fighting right there in the airport lobby.

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

the sea? If it weren’t for you, would she have been in a life–or–death situation? How dare you call

into

in confusion, and her forgotten memories were

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 the