The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 268

Listening to Callum's words, Lexi felt a wave of sadness washing over her. Yeah, he had imprisoned her merely to keep her quiet. He didn’t care about her well-being.

If she died, it would be just what he wanted.

But was death the only escape from this dreadful room?

"Please, let me go, I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown," Lexi begged, tears streaming down her face. "Although you provide me with gourmet meals and designer clothes, all I crave is freedom. Please, let me go. What happened that night...it was a mistake. I swear, I'll never tell anyone. I promise!"

Despite Lexi's pleading, Callum was determined not to let her leave. He coldly looked at Lexi. "I'm sorry, but I can't trust you. Human hearts are unpredictable. Who knows how you might change in the future?"

With that, Callum turned and walked slowly towards the door. "In here, I can provide you with everything you want, anything you want to eat, wear, or use...except freedom."

But Callum hadn't taken two steps before he heard Rita gasp, "Oh my God!"

Callum turned around to see Lexi with a knife in her hand, a deep cut on her wrist, and blood pooling on the floor.

"Call the doctor!" Callum panicked. He had thought Lexi was just being dramatic; he didn't think that this gentle girl would be so rash.

Rita nodded and bolted for the door, almost colliding with the doorframe.

Callum moved towards Lexi, extending his hand, trying to soothe her. "Give me the knife, sweetheart."

Lexi shook her head, her face twisted in a bitter smile. "No. If my body can't be free, at least let my soul be."

As Lexi moved to cut herself again, seeing the fresh blood pooling around her wrist, Callum felt a sharp pain in his heart. He quickly promised, "Stop, don't do this. I'll let you go. I promise."

Lexi's mind was on the brink of collapse. She stared at Callum. "You would really let me go?"

When Lexi woke up, she felt a heavy pounding in her head. Worse than her headache was the burning pain in her wrist. This agonizing pain had woken her up from her deep sleep. She opened her eyes slowly, filled with despair. Not only was she imprisoned, but she couldn’t even die.

Tears streamed down her face as she noticed a figure slumped beside her bed. She turned her head and saw Callum, his brow furrowed even in sleep.

Despite everything, Callum was undoubtedly handsome. His deep-set features and sensual lips made him an ideal husband. Given his high-profile stature, if it wasn't for the absurd soap opera-like mishap that occurred between them, their paths probably would have never crossed in this lifetime.

But alas, they were never meant to be a happy ever after.

This exceptional man mistook her for Natalia, took advantage of her, and even restricted her freedom, all out of fear that she might spill the beans to the real Natalia.

Oh, the irony!