The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 461

As Anna's laughter filled the air, her azure eyes sparkled with mirth. Gabby felt her own troubled heart lift ever so slightly.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Children lived in such a simple world, devoid of deceit or complex moral quandaries. Their joy and sorrows were fleeting, quickly forgotten, and left behind.

"No worries, pumpkin, let's hit the road," Gabby said, wrapping Anna in a hug and heading out in search of a place that served comfort food. Maybe a diner with all-American fare would do.

Though she couldn't whip up a home-cooked meal for Anna at the moment, Gabby was determined to fulfill her every wish. Caring for Anna and witnessing her radiant smiles had become second nature to her.

Soon, they found a cozy little diner on the bustling streets of Dubai, and Gabby ordered a shrimp poppers and fries for Anna, watching her tuck in with gusto.

Gabby herself settled for a coffee, black as midnight. She couldn't stomach food right now. Her insides were a raging inferno of anger, leaving her throat parched.

After Anna was full and content, Gabby found a nearby motel and checked them in. Her home had been tainted by that vixen's touch, too soiled for her to even consider returning.

Gabby bathed Anna, then sang lullabies until the little one drifted off to sleep. But as Anna succumbed to slumber, Gabby lay awake, restless, the past replaying before her eyes in unrelenting waves.

She had thought she was living the dream, having married her darling Lucius. Although they hadn't had children of their own, Anna was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps, in time, they would have had their own little angels.

But now, her world had been turned upside down, leaving her blindsided.

Lucius had always been distant, but he had never before resorted to such cruel methods to drive her away, nor had he ever uttered such harsh words. The man she knew had transformed, now basking in wealth and success, revealing his true colors. Gabby had never imagined Lucius would cast her out, bringing another woman home to replace her.

Everything in that house was the fruit of her labor; she couldn't stand by and watch another woman claim it.

The more Gabby thought, the angrier she got. No, she wouldn't leave without a fight. She wouldn't let Lucius get his way so easily. She would rather destroy everything than let that woman revel in her life's work.

When a woman reached the brink of hatred, she could become reckless, and Gabby was no exception. The edge of hatred loomed near, beckoning her to act.

She had to return to what was rightfully hers, her sanctuary that she had built from scratch. She wouldn't let anyone else take that away from her, not without a fight.

With this thought, Gabby slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Anna. She covered the sleeping child with a blanket, tiptoed out of the room, and silently locked the door behind her.

Anna was a sound sleeper, sure to rest undisturbed until dawn. Gabby had to seize this moment to reclaim her home. Stealthily, Gabby made her way back. From afar, she saw the light in her bedroom. Her already battered heart sank further. Despair turned to chilling resolve in her eyes as they filled with malice. The woman Lucius brought home was still there, trying to usurp her place.

Gabby's chest heaved with every enraged breath. In a blind fury, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The living room was dimly lit as Gabby heard noises from the kitchen. She approached slowly. There, the woman Lucius had brought into their home was cooking, wearing Gabby's silk robe, and boiling pasta.

Gabby's blood boiled. This woman was wearing her clothes, standing in her kitchen, having shared her bed with her man. This woman was the embodiment of Gabby’s hatred.

The intruder, hearing footsteps, called out without turning, "Honey, don’t get your hopes up, I'm no master chef like that ugly bitch. Just whipping up some spaghetti with tomato sauce, so no complaining when it's done, alright?"

Gabby paused, watching her brand-new robe on the other woman, feeling her blood run cold. She stood quietly behind the woman, staring at her back with a look of sheer loathing.

The woman turned, expecting Lucius, but instead found Gabby, looking ghostly in her fury. Startled, she clutched at her chest, then sneered at Gabby, "What are you doing back here, ex-wife? Oh, did you come to eavesdrop on how cozy Lucius and | have been?"

Gabby froze at the mention of that name. Lucius had always hated it, calling it a mark of shame, forbidding her ever to speak it. Yet tonight, he had shared it with this shameless woman before her.