The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel 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.