The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 233

Natalia was acutely aware of Magnus' gaze lingering on her, but she simply ignored him, not even

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Magnus knew Natalia's temperament well and didn't mind it at all. All that mattered was that his wife

had returned.

After a few hours of flying, the plane gently landed. As Natalis disembarked, she paused, confusion

etched on her face. She had expected to return with Magnus to their old home, Melfort, but the scenery

before her eyes was far from familiar.

"Where are we? Why have you brought me here?" Natalia questioned, her voice laced with curiosity.

Magnus looked at her intently. "My dear, we're in France. Don't you remember?"

Natalia didn't respond. Whether it was France or Melfort, it made no difference. She would make

Magnus realize that their relationship was beyond repair, no matter how hard he tried.

A car awaited them as they exited the airport, ready to transport them to a seaside villa. Passing

through unfamiliar streets, Natalia felt no emotion. However, a sense of familiarity washed over her

upon arriving at their destination. The villa was the spitting image of their old home back in Melfort,

even down to its proximity to the sea.

"Do you like it?" Magnus asked softly.

Natalia didn't respond. She despised the villa that reminded her so much of Melfort, a place that had

only brought her endless pain and humiliation. These thoughts, however, she kept to herself. She

followed Magnus into the villa, feeling a chill run down her spine as they approached it.

Entering the villa, Natalia had to admit that Magnus had put a lot of thought into it. The house was

decorated similarly to their old home. Yet, she felt nothing but emptiness.

"My dear, take a look. The view of the sea is the same as it was in Melfort, isn't it?" Magnus said, a

hopeful smile playing on his lips.

Natalia had no interest in entertaining him. She found a chair and sat down, stating her stance bluntly,

"Magnus, the only reason I agreed to come back with you is to prevent you from causing harm to Cal

and other innocent lives. Don’t mistake my intentions. It's over between us. Keeping me by your side

won't change that."

Magnus felt as though he had been struck. He had brought Natalia back, not to hear her draw a line

between them. "My dear, don't be so quick to decide. I believe you still love me, otherwise, you

wouldn't have come back with me."

Natalia was exasperated with Magnus' self-centeredness. "Magnus, you're so self-absorbed. Why can't

you believe what others tell you? How many times do I have to tell you that it's over between us!"

Natalia dropped these words with a cool tone, and her face looked stern. "I need some rest. Please

leave."

Magnus was disheartened by her words but didn't argue. He stood up, gently touched her hair, and

said, "Calm down, my dear. There are clothes for you upstairs. Take a shower and rest. I'll be back

soon."

Natalia didn't move. She sat there, as still as a statue.

Once the door had closed behind Magnus, Natalia headed upstairs. She opened the door to the

bedroom, saw the massive bed, and buried her face in the pillows, too exhausted to even change or

shower. She soon fell into a deep sleep.

When she awoke, the sun was setting. She freshened up and changed into one of the dresses from the

wardrobe. She sat by the window, gazing out at the infinite sea. The sound of the waves soothed her.

For a moment, she felt as though she had been transported back five years.

She subconsciously touched her flat belly, a place that once nurtured a small life. That child, whom she

had tragically lost before even knowing its gender, would have been about five years old.

"Click."

The door was gently pushed open. Natalia assumed it was Magnus and didn't bother to turn around.

After a while, she realized that Magnus hadn't said anything. She turned around, only to see a small

boy standing at the door with rosy cheeks and big, blue eyes that mirrored her own.

"Who are you, sweetheart?" Natalia asked softly, crouching down to his level.

When the little boy saw Natalia approach, he reached out and touched her dress, calling out in a soft

voice, "Mommy!"

Natalia froze, and her mind exploded. If her child had survived, he would be about the same age as the

boy before her.

Could this be real? Or was it a hallucination brought on by her longing for her lost child? Natalia

pinched herself, and the pain confirmed that this was not a hallucination. The boy was real.

Could it be...

Her heart pounded like a drum, echoing her disbelief. But why did the boy's eyes resemble hers so

much? And his facial features were undeniably similar to Magnus' features.

Oh god...

Holding the little boy who clung to her dress, Natalia asked, trembling, "Who are you? Where are your

mommy and daddy?"

The tiny boy clung to Natalia's neck, and his face was inches away from her ear. His big, bright eyes

blinked excitedly as he spoke softly, "My name is Jonas, my daddy's name is Magnus, and my

mommy's name is Natalia. Daddy said Mommy has finally come home, after I've waited for her for five

years. You're my mommy, aren't you? Why did you leave me for five years? Don't you know how much

I've missed you?"

Boom! Natalia's mind went blank. Jonas?

Although Natalia had a vague suspicion in her heart, hearing Jonas say this out loud still left her

stunned and speechless.

This precious little boy, as delicate and pretty as a porcelain doll, was indeed the child she thought she

had tragically lost years ago!

Her baby, whom she thought had died. Could it be him?