The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 207

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

slowing her pace.

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

from behind

And why did her heart ache at the

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

she couldn’t break free Seeing the

turned to Callum for help. “Callum,

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

more pain, spreading throughout his body. So, Magnus‘ wife had been rescued by this British

returned from a

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

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

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

five years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into

unmatched in combat. The two 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

and

no shame? If it weren’t for you, would Buttercup have ended up driving into the sea? If it weren’t for you,

Driving into

in confusion,

she had miscarried. She drove like a madwoman,

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