The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 326

Magnus had journeyed far and wide, seeking Natalia's whereabouts. He tirelessly searched city after

city, gazing at the neon streetlights at night, hoping to spot a familiar silhouette. However, no matter

how fervently he yearned, there was no trace of Natalia.

Returning to Melfort, he opened the door of the villa and was greeted by the wide-eyed gaze of little

Jonas. The boy plunged into his arms, murmuring, "Daddy, if you can't find Mommy, please can take a

break. She must be watching us from a corner somewhere, quietly. Don't be sad, Daddy. You still have

me."

Tears welled up in Magnus' eyes. He could no longer hold back his sorrow, and the father and son

embraced, consumed by their shared pain.

At night, Magnus would clutch Natalia's nightgown as he slept. Her scent was no longer there, but it

was the only way he could fall asleep.

Each time Magnus looked into Jonas' deep blue eyes, he was reminded of his wife. He pleaded to the

heavens, "God, please don't be so cruel. Let me find her. I can't live without her!"

*

A year later, in the eternal city of Rome.

Rome, one of the cradles of world culture, was nestled in the heart of Italy. With its ancient city to the

north and its modern metropolis to the south, Rome was a city that had risen from the ashes time and

again, boasting breathtaking architecture and artistic masterpieces.

On the square in front of the Leonardo da Vinci International Airport, pigeons ambled leisurely. At the

same time, a weary-looking street musician sat on a bench, lost in his music and indifferent to the world

around him.

These artists made a living by painting and playing music for tourists. Some were unsung talents, some

were drifters, and others simply enjoyed the lifestyle. For varying reasons, they led similar lives of

wandering.

Among them, the most popular was a man. Unlike his fellow street artists, he was tall and slim, and

always well-groomed. But his face bore a permanent look of melancholy. This man was none other

than the long-lost Hector Cood.

Ever since Natalia had supposedly died in a car crash six years ago, Hector had been in a state of

despair.

At that time, he was studying at Harvard University in the United States. His grief was so overwhelming

that he made a mistake during an experiment, causing a violent explosion in the lab. Consequently, the

university asked him to leave, hoping he would recover emotionally before resuming his studies.

However, after losing Natalia, Hector was a mere shell of his former self. His life felt meaningless. He

packed his bags and embarked on a nomadic journey.

Hector aimlessly roamed in foreign lands. Every time he arrived at an unfamiliar sight, he would pull out

the photo of Natalia he had hidden away, allowing her to see the scenery around him, then an endless

regret would well up in his heart.

He deeply regretted his cowardice. If he had been braver back then, and taken Natalia away from

Magnus in time, how could she have possibly drowned at sea?

Or, if he had made his strong attitude clear from the start, stop her from serving as a damn substitute

bride and becoming Magnus' wife, how could she have passed away so prematurely?! Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

And so, Hector vented his desperately needing to be saved soul in the boundless foreign lands. But no

matter where he went, he still couldn't forget his love for Natalia.

He couldn't accept it, that the purest and kindest girl with the sweetest, most innocent smile, had

permanently left him!

His wanderings led him to Rome, where the picturesque scenery compelled him to stay. Here, he

picked up his long-forgotten paintbrush, channeling his thoughts and emotions into vibrant hues of

pastel and purple.

His paintings stirred a commotion among the Romans, causing a scramble for his works. They were

enamored with Hector's art, especially the sweet smiling woman featured in every piece.

The woman was none other than Natalia, the object of Hector's constant thoughts and longing. What

he didn't know was that when God closed a door, he opened a window. But the timing wasn't right yet.

A year ago, Natalia had taken an oath on her beloved son Jonas because of Belle's coercion and

ended up in Italy. She lived under a pseudonym, enjoying the scenery and historical sites. The rich

history permeating the air helped Natalia momentarily forget her heartache.

She found a job as a fashion designer at Stitches Fashion. The company was on the verge of

bankruptcy due to outdated clothing designs. However, Natalia's innovative designs completely

transformed the company's outdated philosophy. Under her guidance, Stitches Fashion gradually made

its way onto the international stage from being an unknown small business.

Natalia had a busy year. Her longing for Magnus and little Jonas was channeled into her design work.

Her full commitment was rewarded with steady progress in Stitches Fashion. Every stride the company

made bore the mark of Natalia's tireless efforts.

The owner of Stitches Fashion was extremely grateful to Natalia for saving the company's fate. He had

offered her shares in the firm on several occasions, only to be gently turned down every time.