The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 210

She wouldn’t remember her precious baby, who was taken away far too soon.

With that thought, Natalia’s hand involuntarily caressed her abdomen. The scar there began to throb with a dull pain.

Once, it had nurtured a tiny life, but due to her carelessness, the little one never got to see the colorful world before his time came too soon.

Sigh…

Natalia heaved a long sigh, and a tear trickled down her cheek, for herself and her unfortunate baby.

“Buttercup, if you want to cry, let it out. Seeing you holding back emotions makes me feel worse,” Callum said, using a tissue to gently wipe the tear from her cheek.

From the moment they boarded the plane, Callum had been carefully observing Natalia’s expressions. Callum saw her downcast, almost tearful demeanor, and felt an

overwhelming sense of regret; he wished he had punched that bastard Magnus a couple more times.

Magnus was the one to blame!

Natalia removed her eye mask, and guiltily looked at the bruise on Callum’s face. “Cal, I’m so sorry. Does it hurt?”

that scumbag ever crosses my path again, I’ll beat him

even more guilty. She knew Callum didn’t want her to worry. He always downplayed things. As for Magnus, there would never be any interaction between them. There probably wouldn’t be

upset you. Let’s just consider today as having run into a mad dog and, unfortunately, getting bit. Once we reach England, we’ll forget all the unpleasantness.” Callum gazed at Natalia with deep affection. “We agreed before we

Natalia, for a moment, couldn’t bear to meet his

felt a pang in his heart. He knew Magnus was the rotten apple spoiling the barrel. Without Magnus, Natalia would definitely

didn’t show his feelings. His Buttercup was feeling down,

Callum would patiently

one year wasn’t enough, then two years, if two years weren’t enough, then three years. Even if it took five years, it was okay. He had time. As long as his Buttercup wanted to get

jerk, if he dared to come to England, Callum certainly wouldn’t let him

we arrive. You should rest for now,” Callum said, replacing the eye mask on

opportunity to reject him. She was his Buttercup, and he wouldn’t allow

into Magnus at

beloved baby; the pain was too deep. It was

if she didn’t remember all this, didn’t return to Melfort, and didn’t run into

was fine, her furrowed brows and sorrowful eyes betrayed her true

out to pull Natalia into his arms, gritting his teeth inwardly. “That bastard Magnus. I definitely wouldn’t let

England and Callum had finally managed to soothe Natalia’s emotions,

to return back home with Callum after having settled her mother’s

look forward to their wedding day,

the airport, even after returning to

indifference. She hated his unfaithfulness and hated him for indirectly causing the death of their child! But the more she hated Magnus, the more she recalled