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.

the north and its modern metropolis to the south, Rome was a city that had risen from

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

by painting and playing music for tourists. Some were unsung talents, some were drifters, and others simply enjoyed the lifestyle. For varying reasons,

slim, and always well–groomed. But his face bore a permanent look of melancholy. This man was none other than the long–lost

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

that he made a mistake during an experiment, causing a

self. His life felt meaningless. He packed his bags and embarked on a nomadic journey

unfamiliar sight, he would pull out the photo of Natalia he had hidden away. allowing her to see the scenery around him, then an endless regret would

he had been braver back then, and taken Natalia away from

attitude clear from the start, stop her from serving as a damn substitute bride

needing to be saved soul

no matter where he went, he still

purest and kindest girl with the sweetest, most

picked up his long–forgotten paintbrush,