The Imposter Bride

Chapter 208

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Magnus staggered towards Natalia. “Nat, you’re back at last. I’ve missed you terribly!”

Magnus grabbed her hand. “Nat, let me take you home.” Ignoring his own pain, he tugged at Natalia, ready to leave.

Natalia immediately recoiled, and her glare was piercing Magnus, like a bucket of ice–cold

water.

“Natalia…”

Memories flooded Natalia’s mind, leaving her in turmoil. She gently moved towards Callum, pulled him away from the bodyguards, and wiped the blood from his mouth. “Callum, let’s go!”

Images of Magnus‘ past actions played in her mind, fueling her resentment towards him. She needed to leave, and fast!

As Natalia tugged Callum to leave, the bodyguards quickly surrounded them.

Unable to move, Magnus watched as Natalia and the Englishman walked away. His heart was aching.

He wiped the bloody smear on his lips and threatened Callum, “Callum, get out of here and go back to England. Leave my wife alone! You’re on my turf now. Believe it or not, but I have a hundred ways to make your life hell?”

Callum’s hair was a mess, and his face was a patchwork of bruises, a sight no less gruesome than Magnus‘ face.

Unfazed by Magnus‘ threats, he sneered, pulling Natalia towards the airport’s check–in counter. “Magnus, a real man fights upfront. What are you, a backstabber? I fear no one. You’re welcome to visit England!”

The security staff, who initially thought it was just a local ruffian causing a scene, were stunned to find their boss involved in the brawl. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Today was Magnus‘ grand return from the States, but instead, he found himself in a fight at the airport with another man. This was a scandal that would surely make tomorrow’s headlines. [Shock! Andersen Corporation’s CEO encounters presumed–dead wife and engages in a public brawl with a man.]

The head of the security team nervously looked at Mr. Andersen. “Mr. Andersen, what, what should we do?”

Magnus was straightforward and pointed at Callum. “Send this man away. Make sure he never steps foot here again.” He then tried to reach for Natalia again.

Taken aback by Magnus‘ audacity, Callum was about to retort when Natalia intervened.

Magnus, you have no right to interfere with our plans. We have our tickets, and our flight is soon. We won’t be returning to Melfort!” Natalia pulled her hand away. Her cold, emotionless tone made it clear that to her, Magnus was a stranger.

Magnus was stunned and couldn’t believe what he was hearing. For the past five years, he had searched tirelessly for his wife, and never once considered that she might’ve been

with Callum.

Now, watching her defend the Englishman and calling him so coldly, Magnus felt a chill.

No wonder he sent so many people to search but couldn’t find anything. It turns out his wife was taken away by Callum.

As for him, living without his wife was like being a soulless puppet. Only in his dreams could he be with her again.

Today, he couldn’t have imagined that he would meet his wife, whom he thought had already passed away. When he saw her familiar face in the crowd, everything around him became silent and still. In his eyes and in his heart, there was only her.

She now looked even more radiant than five years ago, like a blooming rose exuding a mature fragrance. She was still his wife, beautiful as ever, but he himself had become

worn out.

Because of the longing, his heart had dried up.

Almost instinctively, he rushed towards her, wanting to embrace her in his arms, but he didn’t expect Callum to block his way. And now, his wife was speaking to him, but why did her gaze towards him seem like she was looking at a stranger? Was she pretending not to recognize him? Or did she hate him?

He cared for her so much, missed her so much. When did such a huge rift form between them?

Magnus’s once passionate heart was instantly frozen by Natalia’s unfamiliar gaze. He had dreamt countless times of reuniting with Natalia, but he never imagined it would be so distant.

Listening to his wife calling his name with indifference, defending that British man at every turn, her voice devoid of any emotion, Magnus’s expression turned icy. “You can’t leave, not after I’ve finally found you,” Magnus said, inching closer.

Seeing Magnus approach, Natalia felt the air around her evaporate. She remembered how, five years ago, he had imprisoned her on an island. Terrified, she hid behind Callum, clutching his arm. “Cal, let’s get out of here?”

Magnus‘ heart sank as Natalia instinctively avoided him in favor of a stranger. Callum, however, promptly took Natalia’s hand and shielded her behind him. “Magnus. Buttercun

Furious, Magnus ripped open his shirt, revealing his tan chest. He stepped in front of Natalia with urgency. “Natalia, don’t leave. Every moment of every day, I’ve been thinking of you! Let’s go back, and I’ll tell you everything about these last five years, and about what happened five years ago.”

Natalia looked into his eyes, which carried the hue of a dying ember. “Are you planning to keep me captive, just like five years ago?”

Her words sent a shudder through Magnus‘ entire being. Yes, he had imprisoned her five years ago!

Natalia turned around, pulling Callum with her. A surge of resentment welled up in her

heart.

“Nat, don’t leave!” Magnus whispered in anguish.

He was fearless against everything the world had thrown at him, but he was terrified of Natalia leaving again because he knew he could never imprison her for a second time!