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?”

were bloodshot, and his handsome face looked haggard, but

slowing her pace.

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

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

heart ache at the sight of him? His weathered face pricked every nerve

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.”

couldn’t break free Seeing the mixture of joy,

eyes, she turned to

threw a punch, knocking the man who had been

his body. So, Magnus‘ wife had been rescued by this

who had just returned from a business

gaunt. Natalia was sure that he hadn’t 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

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

wife and hid her for five years. You deserve

for five years. Magnus‘ fist

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

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

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

into

listened to their argument in confusion, and her forgotten memories

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