The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 208

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Magnus staggered towards Natalia. “Nat, you’re back at last. I’ve missed you terribly!”

Magnus grabbed her hand. “Nat, let me take you home.” Ignoring his own pain, he tugged at Natalia, ready to leave.

Natalia immediately recoiled, and her glare was piercing Magnus, like a bucket of ice–cold

water.

“Natalia…”

Memories flooded Natalia’s mind, leaving her in turmoil. She gently moved towards Callum, pulled him away from the bodyguards, and wiped the blood from his mouth. “Callum, let’s go!”

Images of Magnus‘ past actions played in her mind, fueling her resentment towards him. She needed to leave, and fast!

As Natalia tugged Callum to leave, the bodyguards quickly surrounded them.

Unable to move, Magnus watched as Natalia and the Englishman walked away. His heart was aching.

He wiped the bloody smear on his lips and threatened Callum, “Callum, get out of here and go back to England. Leave my wife alone! You’re on my turf now. Believe it or not, but I have a hundred ways to make your life hell?”

was a patchwork of bruises, a sight no less gruesome than

Magnus‘ threats, he sneered, pulling Natalia towards the airport’s check–in counter. “Magnus, a real man fights upfront. What are you, a backstabber? I fear no one. You’re welcome to

it was just a local ruffian causing a scene, were stunned to find their boss

was Magnus‘ grand return from the States, but instead, he found himself in a fight at the airport with another man. This was a scandal that would surely make tomorrow’s headlines. [Shock! Andersen Corporation’s CEO encounters presumed–dead

the security team nervously looked at Mr. Andersen. “Mr. Andersen, what, what should

“Send this man away. Make sure he never steps foot here

aback by Magnus‘ audacity, Callum was

you have no right to interfere with our plans. We have our tickets, and our flight is soon. We won’t be returning to Melfort!” Natalia pulled her hand away. Her cold, emotionless tone made it clear that to

years, he had searched tirelessly for his wife, and never once considered

with Callum.

the Englishman and calling him so coldly,

but couldn’t find anything.

like being a soulless puppet.

When he saw her familiar face in the

a blooming rose exuding a mature fragrance.

worn out.

of the longing, his heart had dried

arms, but he didn’t expect Callum to block his way. And now, his wife was speaking to him, but why did her gaze towards him seem like she was looking at

much. When did such a huge rift form