The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel 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 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.”

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.