The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 133

Magnus' legs had failed him, and in a moment of despair, he suggested he and Isabella part ways.

However, Isabella refused to leave his side, a gesture that touched Magnus deeply and gave him hope

for the future.

Half a year later, when doctors informed him that he would never walk again, Isabella quieted down,

and her once vibrant spirit seemed to wane. Magnus knew their relationship was reaching its end.

He asked his grandfather, Morgan, if he could recuperate on Sapphire Island, perhaps for the rest of

his life. Morgan agreed, even going so far as to give Magnus forty percent of the shares in Andersen

Corporation.

Upon hearing this, Isabella insisted on going to Sapphire Island to care for Magnus. She still held hope

that Magnus wouldn't go. Yet, this was a decision made by Andersen Corporation, and she had no

power to change it.

Once on Sapphire Island, Isabella took care of Magnus meticulously, but as the sun set each day, she'd

stare blankly at the horizon and fall deeper into silence.

Magnus realized she was growing lonely. He contacted Dr. Frankie in France and left for treatment. As

he departed, he reassured Isabella, "Wait for me, I'll be back."

But Isabella didn't wait. Instead, she left Sapphire Island for the United States. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After Magnus' leg had healed, he immediately went home to see Isabella, but he never saw her again,

nor did she leave a single word. From then on, he harbored a deep resentment towards women and

completely avoided any interaction with them. With the help of James and Chase Carter, he

established a prominent corporation in France with branches across the country. Yet, Isabella remained

a hurdle in his heart.

Recalling the bitter memories from the past, Magnus immediately rushed out, searching everywhere for

the woman he had just saw, but he couldn't find her. For a whole day, Magnus was lost in thought, even

forgetting to give Natalia her driving lesson.

"Magnus, what's wrong?" Natalia asked with concern as they lay in bed.

"Nothing, let's sleep," Magnus replied, turning away. He couldn't possibly tell Natalia about seeing

Isabella. His wife had a fiery temper when upset.

Natalia was left puzzled by his behavior.

Days passed without another sighting of Isabella. Magnus concluded he must have been mistaken, and

life slowly returned to normal.

One day, as Magnus stepped into the elevator, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in a white dress.

"Isabella, is that you?" Magnus asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Magnus, is it really you?" The woman replied, her eyes widened with surprise.

The woman before him had lost her youthful aura, and her hair, which he had loved when they were

dating, was now cut short.

"Why are you here?" Magnus asked, his expression unreadable. He wanted to know why she had left

him so abruptly all those years ago.

"I'm here for some business. Magnus, your legs have healed? That's wonderful," she said, with a hint

of tears in her eyes.

"Yes, I am healed." Magnus replied quietly.

Isabella, trying to keep her emotions under control, suggested, "Magnus, would you like to grab a

coffee?"

"Sure."

At the coffee shop, Isabella ordered two caramel macchiatos, their old favorite.

"I didn't expect you to remember what I like after all these years," Magnus said, a smile playing on his

lips.

"Yes, you always loved this coffee. Remember how happy we were back then? Are you doing okay

now, Magnus?" Isabella asked softly.

"I'm doing very well. I'm married now. How about you?" Magnus asked, chuckling. Perhaps her leaving

was the right choice after all. They never did end up together.

"I'm not married. My parents forced me to go to the US and I couldn't wait for you. I'm sorry, Magnus. I

came back this time because I wanted to see you. I didn't expect you'd be married." Isabella said, her

eyes downcast.

"Let's not dwell on the past. We didn't end up together in the end, and though it's regrettable, we can't

turn back time, can we? I'm doing well now, and I hope you can also find your happiness soon."

Magnus said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Magnus, are you really so heartless? Didn't you use to love me? I'm back, and I won't listen to my

parents anymore. I came back for you, Magnus. Do you still have feelings for me?" Isabella asked, her

eyes welling up with tears.

Magnus looked at the familiar scene before him, his heart stirred. He wiped away her tears with his

handkerchief.

Isabella began to sob uncontrollably. "When you went to France, I was forced to go to the US. You

have no idea how heartbroken I was. I cut my hair short, thinking it would help me forget you, but it

didn't. I still love you, Magnus. I've been waiting for you to find me, but now that you're finally here,

you're married." Isabella choked on her words, overwhelmed with emotion.

Magnus felt a pang in his heart.

"Isabella, let's leave the past behind. I'm married now, and I love my wife dearly. I appreciate you

standing by my side all those years ago. I hope we can be friends," Magnus said, comforting the

heartbroken woman.

"Isabella, I'm sorry. Let me take you home."

Isabella cried all the way home. When she got out of the car, her eyes were swollen red.

"Can we still be friends, since we can't be together?" Isabella asked, her voice a gentle murmur in the

quiet room.

"Sure, we'll always be friends," Magnus replied, waving a casual goodbye to her. However, Isabella

took hold of Magnus' hand and gave him a hug.

As Isabella embraced Magnus, unbeknownst to them, a figure watched from afar. It was Natalia.

Was this a coincidence? That woman. Wasn't she the one in the portrait that hung in his study?

It turned out that a day before, Kendra had made an unexpected visit to Natalia.

"Natalia, I've wronged you in the past, and I've paid for it. Magnus and I are divorced now. Can you find

it in your heart to forgive me?" Kendra lowered her head, feeling aggrieved, and tears fell from her

eyes.

Seeing the pitiful sight of tear-stricken Kendra, Natalia was at a loss. What was she planning now?

"Kendra, what's your game here?" Natalia asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

"I'm truly sorry for how I treated you before. I understand that now. I shouldn't have done that to you.

Please, for the sake of us growing up together, can you forgive me?" Kendra pleaded, her heartbreak

evident.

But Natalia was having none of it. She found Kendra's act too fake to be believable, and she brutally

rejected her.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I won't fall for it, and I won't believe you've changed. We don't need

to see each other anymore," Natalia said, her voice cold.

Staring at the unyielding girl before her, Kendra's eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion.