The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 397

Callum was getting an earful from Lexi, but he patted her back with patience instead of getting mad. "Lexi, take it easy. There’s no need to get all worked up."

"How can I not be worked up, Callum?!" Tears streamed down Lexi's face as she wiped them haphazardly. Anger colored her tone. "You can stop loving me, and try to erase all the memories we've shared, but how could you ever doubt Mason? You're such a jerk!"

With that, Lexi pointed to Mason, who was sleeping peacefully, and questioned Callum through gritted teeth, "Just look at him! His eyes, his eyebrows, and his little face – what part of him doesn't look like you?! Do you even have a conscience?!"

Callum pulled Lexi into his arms, settling her on his lap. "I know, I know it all. Can you just calm down for a second and let me explain?"

Lexi pushed Callum away, sitting at a distance, her tears unending. "Fine, you talk! I want to hear this. I'm not going to live in the dark, so spill your guts!"

Callum knew Lexi was extremely upset and resistant towards him, so all he could do was to give her a wry smile. "Lexi, do you really believe I'd lock you in a basement? I love you too much to even think about it, let alone let Rita do such a thing."

"Hmph!" Lexi scoffed. "Oh, Callum, didn't you lock me up before? Ask your conscience – is this something you're not capable of?"

Callum nodded in admission. "Yes, I locked you up once. But, Lexi, even then, I only put you in the most comfortable room and restricted your freedom. If I could provide you with the best even before I fell for you, how could I possibly lock you away in a dark basement now?"

As he spoke, Callum's gaze softened with concern. "Lexi, come here. Let me hold you properly."

Lexi took two cautious steps back. "Cut it out. We have things to discuss, so keep your hands to yourself! And let's not talk about the past – let's talk about your upcoming wedding. I got your invitation. It has your name on it, and some princess named Angela!"

Callum shook his head helplessly. "Lexi, think about it. If Rita dared to lock you up, she could also forge a fake wedding invitation, right? Besides, if I were to marry a princess, wouldn't I need to divorce you first? How else would a princess agree to marry me?"

"So, you're here to discuss a divorce?" Lexi stepped back. "Fine, Callum, I'll give you a divorce. I don't want your property or any of that junk. I only want our son, Mason."

Callum almost laughed at the absurdity. "Lexi, are you even listening? When did I say I wanted a divorce?"

"Just now, you said it. Do I need to repeat your words?" Lexi's tone turned icy.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, I'm getting nowhere here." Callum was exasperated, stomping his foot in frustration. "Lexi, I was making a hypothetical point, okay? I was saying that if I decided to marry a princess one day, the first thing I'd have to do is divorce you."