The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 447

Natalia’s abdomen was seized by an agonizing pain, a far cry from her usual composure; she screamed, “Ah! Oh… it hurts so much!" She had never known such pain, not even when giving birth to little Jonas.

Sweat was beading on Magnus’ forehead, and he gripped Natalia's hand, trying to bolster her spirits. "Honey, you've got to stay strong. I know you can do this!"

That's when the doctor finally noticed Magnus was still in the delivery room and immediately began to usher him out. “Mr. Andersen, you need to step outside. This is a place for women to give birth; men aren't allowed!"

A few nurses approached, intent on pulling Magnus from the room. Magnus yelled out impatiently, "No way, I'm staying right here with my wife!"

Natalia clung to Magnus' hand, refusing to let go; he was her rock. Barely able to speak, she whispered, "Stay. I'm scared."

Hearing Natalia's feeble voice, Magnus' heart ached. He shook off the nurses' hands, declaring, "I'll say it again, I'm staying with my wife, and no one has the right to kick me out!"

The doctor and nurses exchanged looks, realizing they couldn't just dismiss Magnus, so they relented and allowed him to stay.

Still, to ensure a smooth delivery, one of the nurses gently tried to calm Magnus, "Mr. Andersen, childbirth is a natural process that every woman goes through. Your wife has done this before, and there won't be any issues. So, if you both could please try to relax and cooperate with us, okay?"

Magnus nodded, his forehead drenched in sweat. He held Natalia's hand firmly, encouraging her, "Sweetheart, I'm right here with you. It's going to be okay. I'm here!"

Natalia was drenched in sweat; her hair was a tangled mess sticking to her face and neck, and her clothes were soaked through. Beneath her, a pool of blood and water had gathered.

The midwife checked on Natalia with focus. "You're at eight centimeters. It won't be long now."

The pain felt like it was tearing her apart, threatening to make her pass out at any moment. Natalia’s lips were quivering weakly.

Magnus squeezed Natalia's hand harder, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Darling, our baby is coming soon."

The fluorescent lights of the delivery room flickered above Natalia as she endured the unbearable pain, and just when she thought she might lose consciousness, she heard the midwife say, "The cervix is fully dilated. We're ready to deliver."

But Natalia's agony did not subside. It intensified. She let out a low cry, then clenched her teeth to endure. Her hair was soaked through, her ears damp — whether from sweat or tears, she couldn't tell. Natalia felt as if she was clinging to life by a thread, but for the sake of the little angel soon to arrive, she held on to that last bit of strength, silently enduring, waiting for her baby's arrival.

Blood, sweat, and tears mingled, scorching her body like a raging inferno. She waited patiently for heaven's descent, through hell's trials.

Magnus was beside himself with worry. A man of vast wealth, he was helpless to do anything but watch his wife suffer through the pain.

Finally, as dawn approached, Natalia mustered all her strength, and the child was born. Natalia felt the pressure in her belly collapse, and her body emptied. The pain vanished in an instant, and her senses sharpened. She was so spent that she nearly fainted.

Then came the beautiful sound of her baby's cries — the most exquisite symphony she had ever heard.