The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 149

Isabella's words ended with a heavy stream of tears. Her broken image was heart-wrenching. But

Magnus was as cold as ever, his gaze indifferent. Hearing her speak of the past, of the lonely and

painful times she spent with him, he retorted, “I didn't say we couldn't be friends. I'm married now. And

for years, I've loathed women. Only my wife is the one I love.” He then pulled out a check from his

drawer.

“Take this, as a token of gratitude for your kindness, Isabella. Don't harbor any unrealistic hopes.” He

handed her the check.

Isabella stared at him, feeling as if her blood was running in reverse. He was giving her a check, buying

off the past where she had been his companion for six months. From now on, they would be strangers.

No, she couldn't accept this. She took a step back, tears welling in her eyes.

“Magnus, can you really be this cruel? I loved you back then. My companionship can't be measured by

a check. If I accept this, it would be an insult to my dignity. How can you be so heartless, Magnus?”

Isabella's cries grew louder. Magnus frowned when she refused the check. “Alright, if you don't want

the check, then you don’t have to take it. Sit down, stop crying. Did you need something from me

today?” He couldn't stand a woman's cry. It was annoying from this woman; it would only hurt him when

his wife cried.

“Thank you.” Isabella knew when to fold. She wiped her tears, thanked him and sat down. In an offhand

manner, she asked, “Magnus, have you been busy lately? I really came just to see you.”

“I'm not busy. Everything is as usual.” Magnus replied nonchalantly, flipping through some documents

in his hand. He was wondering whether this woman was here just for a chat. The thought of the lipstick

mark he saw that day made him feel disgusted.

Seeing Magnus being distant and formal, Isabella didn't want to overstay her welcome. She stood up

ready to leave, “I was just passing by and thought I would check on you. You go ahead with your work.

I'll take my leave.” With that, she hurried to her feet.

“Oops!”

The sound of fabric tearing, along with Isabella’s gasp echoed in the room. Magnus instinctively looked

up, only to find that Isabella's skirt had somehow gotten caught on something.

“Magnus, my skirt got torn by a nail. What am I going to do?” Isabella said, her face drained of color,

looking extremely anxious.

Magnus was taken aback by this sudden mishap. How could there be a nail on his office chair? He got

up to inspect and found that Isabella's skirt was indeed snagged by a small nail protruding from the

chair, and it was stuck.

Magnus' handsome face darkened. He was puzzled. Where did this nail come from?

Magnus was confused, but he didn’t dwell on it. He bent down to free Isabella’s skirt from the nail. The

moment Magnus bent down, Isabella quickly pulled out her phone which she had already set to silent,

and snapped a quick picture. She was clever about her shot, making it look as if Magnus was about to

embrace her waist.

After taking the picture, Isabella quickly put away her phone. By this time, Magnus had managed to

free her torn skirt. But he had noticed her movement. He shot a cold glance at Isabella, his eyes filled

with a destructive fury.

Then he smirked.

“Alright, but you can’t go out like this.” Magnus thought for a moment, then took off his jacket, “Wrap

this around you. It’ll save you the embarrassment.”

Isabella’s face lit up at his gesture. She felt a surge of joy in her heart, “Your jacket for me? I’ll wash it

and return it to you tomorrow. Thank you, Magnus.” Her heart was pounding.

“No need, it's just a piece of clothing. Just throw it away when you're done.” Magnus waved his hand

indifferently, turned and went back to his desk, burying his head back into his documents.

Even though she knew the jacket was just a gesture of kindness from Magnus, Isabella still felt

overjoyed. She tied the jacket around her waist. “I’m leaving now, Magnus. Thank you.”

What happens once can happen twice. If she put in enough effort and planned carefully, Magnus would

return to her side.

Isabella treasured the jacket as if it were a prized possession and left the office with a beaming smile.

Once outside his office, she quickly leaned against the door and took a selfie, then sent it along with

the previous picture to Kendra. The two images could readily be interpreted as them sharing a wild

moment in the office, with her having to depart clad in Magnus's jacket because her dress was ripped

in the process.

That was the main goal of her visit. Wasn't Natalia the jealous type? Well, she was waiting for her to

get jealous and run off, never to return.

The message was quickly sent. As Isabella walked away, she couldn't help but send another text:

[Opportunities like this don't come often. Make good use of the pictures.]

Kendra, upon receiving the text and pictures, was instantly consumed by jealousy. So Magnus still had

feelings for Isabella. But why didn't he have the same feelings for her? Was she less worthy than

Isabella?

Despite her jealousy, making Natalia heartbroken and unhappy was the most important thing. Kendra

laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha, Natalia, you fool, just wait and see how I torment you."

Quickly, she pulled up a photo editing software, found a few pictures of lovers kissing, and

photoshopped Magnus and Isabella's faces onto them. Then she blurred the picture Isabella had sent

her, making it look even more suggestive.

Once everything was ready, Kendra hit the send button with a smug smile. She thought to herself:

“Natalia, I'll enjoy watching you cry and your heartbreak.”

…

Meanwhile, Natalia, who was in France, hadn't checked her phone in a few days. As soon as she

turned it on, she received Kendra's message.

Seeing that the sender was Kendra, Natalia instinctively didn't want to open it. But then she thought,

what was the harm? She and Magnus were already like this. Could it become even worse?

Kendra never liked Natalia, so she definitely wouldn’t send her any good stuff. Yet, she feared it might

be about Magnus. Despite her apprehensions, she couldn't resist the pull of her heart and clicked open

the message.

As Natalia clearly saw the contents within, she was brought to the brink of tears. It was indeed about Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Magnus, but it was a picture of him in the arms of another woman. She looked at the pictures in shock,

her heart breaking into a thousand pieces as if someone was repeatedly stabbing it with a knife.

She watched as he leaned down to embrace Isabella, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Eventually even Isabella showed up in front of his office draped in Magnus' jacket.

In the photos, they seemed so deeply in love and inseparable.

A loud ringing filled her head, her mind went blank. Looking at it now, it seemed that her decision to

travel abroad was indeed the right one.