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

Natalia had to admit that Magnus had put a lot of thought into it. The

emptiness

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

back with you is to prevent you from causing harm to Cal and other innocent lives. Don’t mistake my

been struck. He had brought Natalia back, not to hear her draw a line between them. “My dear, don’t be so quick to decide i believe you still love me,

self–absorbed. Why can’t you believe what others tell you? How many times do

dropped these words with a cool tone, and her face looked stern.

argue. He stood up, gently touched her hair, and said, “Calm

sat there, as still as a statue

and buried her face in the pillows, too exhausted to

dresses from the wardrobe. She sat by the window, gazing out at the infinite sea The sound of the waves soothed her. For a moment, she felt as though she

subconsciously touched her flat belly, a place that once nurtured a small life That child, whom she had tragically lost before even knowing its gender, would have been about five years old

“Click”

hadn’t said anything She tumed around, only to see a small boy

sweetheart?” Natalia asked softly, crouching down

Natalia approach, he reached out and touched her

had survived, he would be about the same age as the boy

lost child? Natalia pinched herself, and