The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 326

Chapter 326

Magnus had journeyed far and wide, seeking Natalia’s whereabouts. He tirelessly searched city after city, gazing at the neon streetlights at night, hoping to spot a familiar silhouette. However, no matter how fervently he yearned, there was no trace of Natalia.

Returning to Melfort, he opened the door of the villa and was greeted by the wide–eyed gaze of little Jonas. The boy plunged into his arms, murmuring. “Daddy, if you can’t find Mommy, please can take a break. She must be watching us from a corner somewhere, quietly. Don’t be sad, Daddy You still have me.”

Tears welled up in Magnus‘ eyes. He could no longer hold back his sorrow, and the father and son embraced, consumed by their shared pain.

At night, Magnus would clutch Natalia’s nightgown as he slept. Her scent was no longer there, but it was the only way he could fall asleep.

Each time Magnus looked into Jonas deep blue eyes, he was reminded of his wife. He pleaded to the heavens, “God, please don’t be so cruel. Let me find her I can’t live without her!”

A year later, in the eternal city of Rome.

heart of Italy. With its ancient city to the north and its modern metropolis to the south, Rome was a city that had risen from the ashes time and again, boasting breathtaking architecture and artistic masterpieces

in front of the Leonardo da Vinci International Airport, pigeons ambled leisurely. At the same time, a weary–looking street musician sat on a bench, lost in his music and indifferent to the world

and playing music for tourists. Some were unsung talents, some were drifters, and

them, the most popular was a man. Unlike his fellow street artists, he was tall and slim, and always well–groomed. But his

supposedly died in a car crash six years ago, Hector had been

at Harvard University in the United States. His grief was so overwhelming that he made a mistake during an experiment, causing a violent explosion in the lab.

of his former self. His life felt meaningless. He packed his bags

he had hidden away. allowing her to see the scenery around him, then an endless regret would well up in

his cowardice. If he had been braver back then, and taken Natalia away from Magnus in time, how could she

strong attitude clear from the start, stop her from serving as a

his desperately needing to be saved soul in the boundless foreign forget his

But no matter where he went, he still couldn’t

and kindest girl with the sweetest, most innocent

he picked up his long–forgotten paintbrush, channeling his thoughts and emotions into vibrant hues of pastel and purple.