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?”

and filled with pain. Natalia turned and saw the man holding her. His eyes were bloodshot, and

slowing her pace.

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

step, the man from behind rushed over, grabbing

was he? Why didn’t she recognize him? And why did her heart ache at

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

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

she turned to Callum

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

the ground quickly picked himself up, and when he saw Callum, his heart filled with even more pain, spreading throughout his body. So, Magnus‘ wife had been rescued by this British man and was

man was Magnus, who had just returned from a business

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

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

and hid her for five years. You deserve to die!” How

for five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into

right there in the airport lobby. Paul quickly dialed his bodyguard’s number. For so many years, the CEO hardly spoke

and couldn’t assist Magnus

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

Driving into the

listened to their argument in confusion, and

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