The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 153

"If you two were as solid as a rock, why did you part ways for nine years? You know what happened

within those years. All I can say is that your bond was of youthful naivety, and your decisions were

immature and irrational. And now, when Magnus stands on his feet, you finally show up. Why didn't you

come back to be with him all these years? If Magnus can't forget you, he could simply break up with me

and marry you. It's not about handing him back to you. Magnus doesn't belong to anyone, and he's not

a borrowed item that needs returning. As for your claim that Magnus doesn't want to hurt me and sent

you instead, it feels like a sympathy-seeking drama you staged.

"I admit, I'm young and pretty. But does that mean I should sacrifice my marriage to make you happy?

And about your offer of money? As of now, I'm Magnus' wife, and half of the Andersen Corporation's

money is mine. Where's yours coming from? Isabella, I'm not a charity, nor am I an angel. Your words

today mean nothing to me."

Natalia stood up, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. "Isabella, I have an exam tomorrow. I need

to go home and study. Excuse me." With that, she left the coffee shop briskly.

Isabella watched Natalia's retreating figure, her eyes glinting with a fierce light. This girl was not easy to

deal with. She was much tougher than that foolish woman, Kendra. Although these two were both the

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She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her flesh. With a sweep of her arm, she knocked

her coffee off the table. When she noticed the café manager approach, she pulled out some cash from

her purse, tossed it on the table, and left.

Natalia wandered aimlessly down the street, Isabella's words stinging her heart. However, she no

longer felt the pain. She had grown numb. She simply didn't want to appear weak and vulnerable in

front of this woman. Even if she had no future with Magnus, she would not allow this woman to bully

her.

Under the neon lights, she didn't know where to go. Looking up, she spotted the public library, its lights

on. Perfect. She could study in the library and return home a bit later to avoid Magnus. She walked in,

finding a quiet corner, and took out her study materials to begin revising.

Ten minutes later, she felt a shadow over her. Turning around, she found a tall man standing behind

her, looking at her study materials.

"Excuse me?" she asked, looking up at the stranger.

He was dressed in a casual blue outfit. With his brown eyes and slightly curly hair, he had a handsome

face that could make heads turn. He stood next to Natalia, staring at her with wide eyes for a full three

minutes, going from surprise to delight to confusion.

"Sir, do we know each other?" Natalia asked as his gaze grew more intense.

She was worried that the man might be a playboy who flirted with pretty girls whenever he saw them.

But with so many people here, surely he wouldn't do anything inappropriate.

The man finally responded, "Hello, miss. Your eyes remind me of someone I used to know."

"I'm sorry, I don’t know you." With that, she stood up, ready to leave.

The man quickly stopped her, "Please don't misunderstand, miss. Continue with your studies. I won't

disturb you anymore. I apologize." He immediately moved away and took a seat further away.

Natalia resumed her studies and ended up sitting there for three hours. By the time she was ready to

leave, only the man from earlier and she were left. The library was about to close.

Back at Maplewood Manor, Magnus was surprised to see Natalia hadn't returned. He wondered if she

was still upset and had gone to Lexi's house. He couldn't wait any longer and asked Chase to locate

her. Chase found that Natalia was at the library.

Magnus couldn’t wait another minute and drove straight to the library. As he arrived, Natalia and the

man were coming out of the library.

The man smiled at Natalia, revealing his pearly white teeth, "Miss, I'm Callum Frerotte. I came to

Melfort looking for someone. May I know your name?"

Natalia was about to answer when a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of them.

Magnus stepped out of the car, his cold eyes flashing lethal glares. He took a quick three-second

glance at Callum before turning away. He reached out to Natalia, "Darling, it's late. Let's go home. Are

you hungry?" His voice was low and husky, filled with affection.

He opened the passenger side door, helped Natalia in, and fastened her seat belt. After she settled,

she gave Callum a friendly smile.

Once Magnus was back in the driver's seat, he noticed Natalia smiling at that man. He scowled and

stepped on the gas, driving away from the library like a rocket.

Callum watched the car leave, deep in thought.

Back at Maplewood Manor, Magnus led Natalia into the mansion. Once they reached the living room,

he let go of her hand. Natalia quietly went upstairs with her backpack. She had barely reached the

second step when Magnus' cold voice echoed, "Stop."

Natalia paused, closing her eyes before turning around. "What is it?"

"Who was that man just now?"

"I don't know him."

"Really? But you were smiling so brightly at him. Why didn't you come home after school? Can't stand

the sight of me?" Magnus stood up, walking towards her.

Natalia knew he was getting agitated. She stood there, sadness filling her eyes.

Magnus caught sight of her despairing eyes, his heart tormented as if being consumed by flames.

Why? Why had his wife suddenly become so cold towards him?

"Answer me. Why didn't you come home?" Magnus turned his head away, not wanting to look into her

eyes. He feared he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"No reason. I wanted to do some studying," Natalia gazed silently at the man, his profile looking so

forlorn in the light.

"You can't study at home? You were laughing so happily with that man, but you're so cold towards me.

Do you remember who you are?" Magnus' voice suddenly rose in pitch.

Natalia's hands clenched into tight fists. When he was frolicking with Isabella, why hadn't he thought of

who he was?

"That man and I barely know each other. There's nothing more. I'm going to sleep now. Mr. Magnus, if

you want to vent your anger, go ahead." She coldly ascended the staircase, her silhouette

indescribably desolate.

Magnus was so angry that he felt like he could kill. This girl had turned his world upside down, daring to

treat him like this. Fine, very well. He paced in the living room before swiftly ascending the stairs.