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.

of Italy. With its ancient city to the north and its modern metropolis to the south, Rome

the Leonardo da Vinci International Airport, pigeons ambled leisurely. At the same time, a weary–looking street musician sat

were drifters, and others simply enjoyed the lifestyle. For varying reasons, they led similar lives of

was tall and slim, and always well–groomed. But his face bore a

in a car crash six years ago, Hector had been in a state of despair.

in the United States. His grief was so overwhelming that he made a mistake during an experiment, causing a violent explosion in the lab. Consequently, the university asked him to leave,

shell of his former self. His life felt meaningless. He

at an unfamiliar sight, he would pull out the photo of Natalia he had hidden away. allowing her to see the

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 damn substitute bride and

so, Hector vented his desperately needing to be saved soul in the boundless foreign forget his love

no matter where he went, he

that the purest and kindest girl with the sweetest, most innocent smile,

where the picturesque scenery compelled him to stay. Here, he picked up his long–forgotten paintbrush, channeling his thoughts and emotions into vibrant hues of pastel