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,

slowing her pace.

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

she could take another step, the man from behind

her heart ache at

and she certainly didn’t understand why he suddenly

tried to pull away but found she couldn’t break free Seeing the mixture of joy, and

she turned to Callum for

punch, knocking the man who had been

saw Callum, his heart filled with even more pain, spreading throughout his body. So,

returned from a business trip

Even his complexion had changed. It was no longer a

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

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

years. Magnus‘ fist slammed into him with

Callum was no pushover. He was a duke who had undergone training in the royal army and was 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 alone fought. My God,

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

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 wife after all you’ve done? You killed her, do

Driving into

to their argument in confusion, and

received a disgusting video of Magnus and Kendra, and then she had miscarried. She drove