The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 128

"Enough! Back then, I barely had the energy to notice whether you walked or wheeled around. Just

leave. I don't want to see you." Natalia shouted, using every ounce of strength she had. She then

buried her head into her pillow, her heart aching with humiliation.

His legs had been fine for a long time, and she still massaged him every day like a fool, worried that his

legs would atrophy if he sat too long. Her ceaseless worry had turned her into the butt of his joke. How

foolish she had been!

Magnus felt somewhat helpless. Back then, she was so exhausted she didn't even notice that he had

walked to the bathroom, "My dear, I'm sorry. But you're partly to blame, you know? Every time you'd

say that if my legs healed, you'd leave. How was I supposed to let that happen? Now that you're my

wife, you can't leave. I was planning to tell you soon. Can you forgive me?"

Natalia ignored him, closing her eyes and refusing to look at him. Her face was devoid of any color. He

reached out, his large hand brushing against her cold forehead.

He was shocked, why was she so cold? Magnus quickly called a doctor and informed Lexi, who was

the only other person who genuinely cared for Natalia.

"Take good care of her. She's very weak right now. I lied to her and she's furious. She doesn't want to

see me. I'll wait until she has the strength to blame me before I see her again. Make sure you inform

me promptly," Magnus instructed Lexi earnestly.

Lexi listened carefully, not daring to interrupt or argue. She found it peculiar that she was so afraid,

especially since Magnus didn't blame her or lose his temper.

She nodded in agreement and went in to care for Natalia. Poor Natalia, she thought. She was such a

timid girl. How did she endure this for so long? Lexi mused silently. Magnus was so heartless, lying to

Natalia about his legs. In reality, he could've stood on his own long ago.

Lexi entered the room to find Natalia lying in her hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Natalia, you're awake!" Lexi exclaimed excitedly.

"Ah, it's you," When Natalia noticed it was Lexi who came in, she actually felt a pang of

disappointment.

He didn't want to explain himself anymore. Of course, to him, she wasn't important. He had lied to her

for so long. As she thought about it, Natalia forced a bitter smile.

"Remember when I was kidnapped? It must've scared you," Natalia said, trying to change the subject.

Lexi sat beside Natalia's bed, watching her. "Yes. That really frightened me. I thought you were a

goner. But Magnus actually managed to save you. Natalia, are you feeling better? I thought I'd never

see you again," Lexi confessed, her voice trembling with fear.

"Relax, I'm fine now," Natalia replied, reaching out to comfort her.

"But you must have suffered a lot. Your sister is already difficult to handle, not to mention that ruthless

Lucius. Natalia, I'm sorry for not protecting you. Did they do anything to you?" Lexi broke down into

tears.

Natalia patted her hand, "It's ok, I'm fine. You don't need to worry. I'm just angry at Magnus. His legs

are fine, but he lied to me for so long." She felt her anger rising just thinking about it.

"Exactly, how could that wheelchair-bound man be so mean? Pretending to be disabled and lying to

you, he deserves to be ignored for a while," Lexi exclaimed indignantly.

Natalia couldn't help but laugh at Lexi's description of Magnus. The two of them laughed and chatted in

the hospital room, while Magnus, standing outside, finally allowed a smile to spread across his face.

His wife was kind-hearted; she would surely forgive him.

Meanwhile, in France.

Carter was alone by the bustling dance floor, holding a glass of wine. The hazy lights reflected off the

peculiar dance moves of the young men and women on the floor, making Carter seem out of place.

But he dared not return to the villa. He was overcome with an urge to... Ahem, she was his fiancée, so

what? But he hadn't been home for several days.

Why couldn't he resist the urge to kiss her? How could she always control his emotions? Was it

because he had been single for too long? Carter was lost in thought, oblivious to the woman

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"Hey there, you are all alone. Care to dance?" The woman was attractive, her mini-skirt accentuating

her graceful figure. Her red lips looked tempting under the lights and she exuded a seductive aura.

Carter frowned in disgust. "Beat it," Carter spat out.

"Freak!" The woman, feeling rejected, stormed off.

It wasn't like this before. Other than her, he had no interest in anyone else. Carter's thoughts wandered

back to Sabrina's innocent face.

Back at the school in France.

"Hey! Sabrina!"

"Mr. Tom? Good morning."

"Yep. Did you sleep well last night? Any hangover?" Tom asked cheerfully. They had been out drinking

at that restaurant the night before. Sabrina had mistaken Tom for Carter. Although nothing happened, it

was still a tad embarrassing to think about.

"About last night..." Sabrina suddenly remembered what had happened and her face flushed. The word

"fine" that she was about to say got stuck in her throat.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Your face is so red. Are you running a fever?" Tom reached out

to touch Sabrina's forehead. Embarrassed, Sabrina dodged his hand and gave a nervous laugh.

Tom felt even more awkward and quickly withdrew his hand.

"I... I have to go to class. See you later, Mr. Tom," Sabrina said, and practically ran to her class.

Tom was left staring at her retreating figure, deep in thought. Did he do something wrong? He laughed

and shook his head.

Sabrina, having escaped, leaned against the wall of the school building, her heart pounding. Ever since

Carter had forcefully kissed her, she had been thinking about how he took advantage of her and then

disappeared.

Why did he keep popping into her mind? It shouldn't be like this.

Sabrina, restless and distracted, managed to get through a day of classes, having never looked

forward to going home as much as she did right now.

At last, she was home. Her eyes scanned the place, unintentionally looking for that familiar tall figure.

How could this be? He hadn't been back for a while. Forget it, stop thinking about it.

A bitter sentiment filled her heart. That jerk's absence should be a relief, but why did it feel like

something was missing?

He hadn't shown up for several days. He practically ignored her as if she were invisible.

What was she thinking? Sabrina chuckled to herself. After finishing the dinner Marian made, she

leaned against the window, sketching.

“It was raining again, huh. Hopefully there won't be any thunder tonight, please, please.” Sabrina

muttered to the soft drizzle falling from the sky.