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.

world culture, was nestled in the 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

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

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

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

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

a mistake during an experiment, causing a violent explosion in the lab. Consequently, the university asked him to leave, hoping he would recover

a mere shell of his former self. His life felt meaningless. He packed his bags and embarked

Every time he arrived at an 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 well

had been braver back then, and taken Natalia away from Magnus in

from the start, stop her from serving as a damn substitute bride and becoming Magnus

his desperately needing to be saved soul

he went, he

couldn’t accept it, that the purest and kindest girl with the

scenery compelled him to stay. Here, he picked up his long–forgotten paintbrush, channeling his thoughts