The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 233

Natalia was acutely aware of Magnus‘ gaze lingering on her, but she simply ignored him, not even sparing him a glance.

Magnus knew Natalia’s temperament well and didn’t mind it at all. All that mattered was that his wife had returned.

After a few hours of flying, the plane gently landed As Natalis disembarked, she paused, confusion etched on her face. She had expected to return with Magnus to their old home, Melfort, but the scenery before her eyes was far from familiar

“Where are we? Why have you brought me here?” Natalia questioned, her voice laced with curiosity

Magnus looked at her intently. “My dear, we’re in France. Don’t you remember?”

Natalia didn’t respond Whether it was France or Melfort, it made no difference. She would make Magnus realize that their relationship was beyond repair, no matter how hard he tried

A car awaited them as they exited the airport, ready to transport them to a seaside villa Passing through unfamiliar streets, Natalia felt no emotion. However, a sense of familiarity washed over her upon arriving at their destination The villa was the spitting image of their old home back in Melfort, even down to its proximity to the sea.

“Do you like it? Magnus asked softly

Natalia didn’t respond She despised the villa that reminded her so much of Melfort, a place that had only brought her endless pain and humiliation. These thoughts, however, she kept to herself. She followed Magnus into the villa, feeling a chill run down her spine as they approached it

had to admit that Magnus had put a lot of thought into it. The house was decorated similarly to their old home.

emptiness

dear, take a look. The view of the sea is the same as it was in Melfort, isn’t it?” Magnus said, a hopeful smile playing on his lips

found a chair and sat down, stating her stance bluntly, “Magnus, the only reason I agreed to come back with you is

“My dear,

was exasperated with Magnus self–centeredness “Magnus, you’re so self–absorbed. Why can’t you believe what others tell you? How many times do I have to tell

these words with a cool tone, and her face looked

argue. He stood up, gently touched her hair, and said, “Calm down, my dear. There are clothes for you upstairs. Take a

didn’t move. She sat there, as still as

opened the door to the bedroom, saw the massive bed, and buried her face in the pillows, too exhausted to even change

the wardrobe. She sat by the window, gazing out at

once nurtured a small life That child, whom she had tragically lost before even knowing

“Click”

that Magnus hadn’t said anything She tumed around,

are you, sweetheart?” Natalia asked softly, crouching down to his level.

reached out and touched her dress, calling

and her mind exploded. If her child had survived, he

be real? Or was it a hallucination brought on by her longing for her lost child? Natalia pinched herself, and the pain confirmed that this was not a hallucination.