The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 328

Natalia barely registered the chatter of the girl, too lost in her own thoughts. Excitement bubbled in her chest as she stared at the side profile of the artist her co–worker had shown her. It was Hector, her childhood friend Hector! And he was in Rome, of all places!

The square was not far from Natalia’s quaint little apartment, yet it felt like she had run a marathon to get there.

When she finally arrived, led by her co–worker, she spotted Hector from a distance among the street performers. He was as tall as she remembered him, but he seemed to have lost weight. His face held a look of melancholy as if he had shut out the world.

Indeed, it was Hector, the boy who had once filled her life with hope, who had grown up with her, now standing right before her.

Natalia halted, turning to her co–worker. “He’s an old friend of mine. I can’t believe we’re both in such a faraway place. It’s quite serendipitous.

Thank you for bringing me here.”

Although Natalia was a bit flustered, her co–worker could sense her joy. She smiled at Natalia, pleased with the good deed she had done. “It’s no big deal, really You don’t have to thank me. I should head back to work now. Don’t want to keep you from catching up with your friend.”

With a wave, her co–worker left, leaving Natalia to approach Hector.

At that moment, it felt as if everything around Natalia had gone silent. She moved closer, taking in the sight of Hector engrossed in his painting

How quickly time had flown. It’d been six years and Hector was no longer the bright, sunny boy she knew. His face was now marked with

and a hint

profile. A few people were gathered around, patiently waiting for the painting to be completed to make

Hector had not seen each other in six years?

boy, full of sunshine and life, was an

a few steps away from him, sadness enveloped Natalia.

towards Hector, her heart aching as she watched him

years, she had almost forgotten about the

and his brows furrowing a permanent melancholy. A gentle breeze swept by, lifting Hector’s jacket, and making him look desolate

from Natalia’s eyes as she watched. “Hector,

day. Hector would paint at this spot in the square, pouring all his longing for Natalia into his art. It was

his painting of

whispers

her petite face carrying

must have been an illusion. Natalia, who had passed away five or six years ago, couldn’t be standing

a face full of sorrow Hector

devill

watching as the weak Natalia was trapped by Magnus,

sorry, I caused all of this. If there’s a next life, I’m willing to repay the debt I owe for my cowardice, and

He was painting a girl in the flower room, the backdrop

lavenders

his brush and just added a butterfly to the lavender field