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?”

and his face was a patchwork of bruises, a sight no less

check–in counter. “Magnus, a real man fights upfront. What are you, a backstabber? I fear no one. You’re welcome to visit

just a local ruffian causing a scene, were stunned

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 wife and engages

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

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

was about to retort when Natalia

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

was stunned and couldn’t believe what he was hearing. For the past five years, he had searched tirelessly for his wife, and never

with Callum.

and calling

find anything. It turns out his

him, living without his wife was like being a soulless

wife, whom he thought had already passed away. When he saw her familiar face in the crowd, everything around him became silent and still. In his eyes

more radiant than five years ago, like a blooming rose exuding a mature fragrance. She was still his wife,

worn out.

his heart had

his wife was speaking to him, but why did her gaze towards him seem like she was looking at a stranger? Was she pretending not to recognize him? Or did

missed her so much. When did such a