The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 154

Pushing open the door of the study, he found the girl slumped over the desk, wiping away her tears.

She was upset, too.

Spending time outside, laughing with other men, and yet crying when she got home.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around her. Natalia was startled and looked up at him. Seeing

her tear-streaked face again, he felt his heart clench. He didn’t let her go. Instead, he lifted her onto his

lap. “Nat, tell me what’s wrong. What have I done to upset you this much? I can change.”

When Natalia heard his words, her tears flowed even more freely. Suddenly, she stared at him, her Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

eyes devoid of warmth. “Magnus, let's break up. Let me go. You already have…”

“No way.” He interrupted her before she could finish.

She wanted to say, “You already have Isabella. Why do you insist on keeping me chained here?”

Natalia looked at the man in front of her, her heart in agony.

“You can forget about breaking up. I’ll never let you go in this lifetime. Just accept your fate as my wife.”

Magnus picked up Natalia and strode out of the study, heading straight for the bedroom. He carried

Natalia into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Natalia quickly stood up. “I can take a shower myself. You should leave.”

“I’ll help you.” Natalia’s reluctance made his expression darken even more. “There’s nothing on your

body I haven’t seen before. What are you hiding?”

Natalia wished she could kick this man out. She wasn’t as shameless as he was. His relationship with

Isabella felt like an invisible thorn lodged between them. Even the slightest touch made her feel

uncomfortable.

Seeing Natalia’s flushed face, Magnus' handsome face darkened once more. “Fine, I’ll go. Take your

time.”

After saying that, he walked out, leaving Natalia to finally breathe a sigh of relief. She locked the

bathroom door and stripped off her clothes before stepping under the shower.

Magnus, who had left the bathroom, walked onto the balcony in frustration. He lit a cigarette and lost

himself in the wisps of smoke. Why was his wife acting so strange? Even if she had seen the lipstick

mark on his chest, she shouldn’t be this cold, especially since he had never touched Isabella. In the

past, Isabella had held a place in his heart, but upon seeing her again, his heart no longer fluttered like

before. Now, his heart only had room for his wife.

After Natalia finished her shower and put on a bathrobe, she saw a tall figure on the balcony. Her nose

stung, and she turned to leave.

“Darling.” Magnus turned around and slowly walked towards her. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to sleep in the guest room.” Natalia spoke flatly.

“You haven’t eaten yet. I’ll make something for you.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Alright, you don’t have to eat. But I won’t let you sleep in the guest room. Sleep here.”

He held her gently in his arms, her freshly showered body smelling faintly of shower gel and his familiar

feminine scent.

“Let’s talk, love. The night you left for France, I got drunk and danced with Isabella. I was angry

because you didn't show up. I have no idea how she managed to leave a lipstick mark on my chest, but

I assure you that I didn't touch her. I'm sorry, and I promise I won't have any contact with her again.

Can you stop being mad?”

It was rare for this proud man to explain himself so patiently. But she was his wife, the woman of his

life.

Natalia looked up at him, her gazes deep and sad. Was that all? What about the times when he and

Isabella were seen hugging, kissing, and then she was seen leaving his office wearing his jacket?

She stared wide-eyed at the man before her. His gazes were as deep and unfathomable as a

bottomless lake, exuding a sense of desolation and sadness. There was a moment when Natalia

wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry, asking him why he had hurt her, and if he didn't love her,

why didn't he let her go?

But then she remembered the scenes of him with Isabella, and the words Isabella had said to her

today. Her heart felt as if it had dropped into a freezing lake. “Magnus, I know Isabella is important to

you. After all, she was with you during a significant period of your life. And we were just a mistake. I

once said that if you found a woman you loved, I would leave. Now, let's think calmly about what you

really want.” Natalia said more than she had ever done before. Her blue eyes were bloodshot. Perhaps

in this gamble, she had lost too much.

“What are you talking about, love? You're the woman I love the most. Fool. Isabella was with me only

for a while, just like Hector was with you. They are all in the past. Love, I won’t let you leave. I’ve said it

before, you can only be with me in this lifetime.” After saying this, he carried her towards the bed.

Natalia immediately struggled. “Magnus, don’t force me. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

Hearing her words, he paused for a moment. Her indifferent gaze avoided him as if he were a snake or

a scorpion.

His blood ran cold. He slowly let her go. Natalia immediately walked out of the bedroom and locked the

door to the guest room. Tears silently streamed down her face. Soon after, she heard the sound of a

car starting outside. Magnus had left. In the quiet night, her silent cries echoed her sorrow.

At the Golden Groove, Magnus drank one glass after another, gulping them down. When Chase

arrived, he found several empty bottles on the table in the booth. Magnus' bloodshot eyes stared coldly

at him, causing Chase to shiver.

“What happened this time? Natalia is back, isn’t she? Why are you acting like you’ve lost the will to

live?” Chase watched Magnus drink, unable to understand how this man had changed. The aloof

Magnus of the past was gone, replaced by a man tormented by a woman.

This Natalia was quite something. Not only had she melted this iceberg, but she had also made him

crumble. Chase felt like gloating.

Magnus looked at the man who was wearing a slight smile. He grabbed a bottle of alcohol. “Drink!”

“Can you stop being so self-destructive? Last time you got drunk, you almost ended up in bed with

Isabella. And yet, you’re drinking again.” Chase grabbed the bottle from Magnus.

Had he known better, he would have kept quiet. But he didn't, and that only stoked the fire in Magnus.

"You knew damn well I was three sheets to the wind that night, yet you let Isabella get near me, even

let her smear her lipstick all over me. What the hell, man!" If it hadn't been for that night, Natalia

wouldn't be so distant. It was the incident of that night that led her to misconstrue his actions.

"Oh for heaven's sake, Magnus! It was you who insisted on dancing with Isabella that night, and even

went to the private booth with her after the dance. By the time I got there, Isabella was already sitting

on your lap. If it wasn't for me, you'd probably be wolfed down by Isabella - she's no dummy," Chase

defended himself, his voice laced with a hint of self-pity.

"What? That can't be. Isabella isn't that bold." He couldn't believe how bold she was. He was oblivious

to all this. No wonder his wife was so pissed off and ignoring him.