Chapter 128
The Imposter Bride
âEnough! Back then, I barely had the energy to notice whether you walked or wheeled around. Just leave I donât want to see you.â 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 didnât even notice that he had walked to the bathroom, âMy dear, Iâm sorry. But youâre partly to blame, you know? Every time youâd say that if my legs healed, youâd leave. How was I supposed to let that happen? Now that youâre my wife, you canât leave. I was planning to tell you soon. Can you forgive me?â
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 âTake good care of her Sheâs very weak right now. I lied to her and sheâs furious. She doesnât want to see me. Iâll 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 didnât 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 couldâve stood on his own long ago.
Lexi entered the room to find Natalia lying in her hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
âNatalia, youâre awake!â Lexi exclaimed excitedly.
âAh, itâs you,â When Natalia noticed it was Lexi who came in, she actually felt a pang of disappointment.
He didnât want to explain himself anymore. Of course, to him, she wasnât important. He had lied to her for so long. As she thought about it, Natalia forced a bitter smile âRemember when I was kidnapped? It mustâve scared you Natalia said, trying to change the subject.
Lexi sat beside Nataliaâs bed, watching her. âYes. That really frightened me. I thought you were a goner.
But Magnus actually managed to save you. Natalia, are you feeling better? I thought Iâd never see you again, Lexi confessed, her voice trembling with fear.
âRelax. Iâm fine now, Natalia replied, reaching out to comfort her âBut you must have suffered a lot. Your sister is already difficult to handle, not to mention that ruthless Lucius Natalia, Iâm sorry for not protecting you Did they do anything to you? Lexi broke down into tears.
Natalia patted her hand, âItâs ok, Iâm fine. You donât need to worry. Iâm just angry at Magnus. His legs are fine, but he lied to me for so long.â She felt her anger rising just thinking about it.
Exactly, how could that wheelchairâbound man be so mean? Pretending to be disabled and lying to you, he deserves to be ignored for a while, Lexi exclaimed indignantly Natalia couldnât help but laugh at Lexis 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 kindâhearted, 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 fiancee, so what? But he hadnât been home for several days Why couldnât 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 approaching him.
âHey there, you are all alone. Care to dance? The woman was attractive, her miniâskirt accentuating her gracefulâfigure. Her red lips looked tempting under the lights and she exuded a seductive aura Carter frowned in disgust âBeat it, Carter spat out âFreak!â The woman, feeling rejected, stormed off it wasnât like this before. Other than her, he had no interest in anyone else. Carterâs thoughts wandered back to Sabrinaâs innocent face Back at the school in France âHey! Sabrina!â
âMr. Tom? Good morning.â
âYep. Did you sleep well last night? Any hangover?â 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 âAbout last night âSabrina suddenly remembered what had happened and her face flushed. The word âhuâ that she was about to say got stuck in her throat.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Your face is so red. Are you running a fever?â Tom reached out to touch Sabrings forehead. Embarrassed, Sabrina dodged his hand and gave a nervous laugh.
Tom felt even more awkward and quickly withdrew his hand.
ââ¦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 shouldnât 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 hadnât been back for a while. Forget it, stop thinking about it A bitter sentiment filled her heart. That jerkâs absence, should be a relief, but why did it feel like something was missing?
He hadnât 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 Manan made, she leaned against the window, sketching.
âIt was raining again, huh. Hopefully there wonât be any thunder tonight, please, please.â Sabrina muttered to the soft drizzle falling from the sky.