The Imposter Bride - Season 3 Episode 95

Natalia’s dulcet voice filled the small hospital room, captivating everyone present. James, a sturdy man

of steel, found himself shedding tears as he watched the scene unfold. Natalia’s voice had elicited

tears from everyone in the room.

Against all odds, Magnus, a man known for his volatile temperament, began to calm down. His frantic

struggles ceased, and his cries of pain subsided. He simply watched Natalia – his beloved Natalia,

serenading him with her enchanting voice.

His demeanor slowly turned peaceful. The terrifying madness that once consumed him was no longer

evident. Those present, witnessing the miraculous unfolding, wiped away their tears and let out a

relieved chuckle.

They never anticipated Natalia’s melodic voice could subdue the raging Magnus, a feat even a group of

strong men failed to accomplish.

“My heart holds an image of your face, etched with longing. The gentle words you spoke, I can’t

forget… I would trade my life for your eternal happiness. I cherish both the pain and solitude. From

today until forever, my love for you will not change…”

Her melodious voice still echoed in the room. Natalia seemed tireless, singing endlessly for Magnus.

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She would sing as long as it could ease his suffering.

James helped the doctors lay a now calm Magnus back onto the bed. Once Magnus settled, he

whispered to the doctors, “Let’s leave them be. We shouldn’t disturb them.”

Soon, everyone, including Dr. Frankie, exited the room, leaving Magnus and Natalia alone. James

glanced back nervously. “I hope Natalia will be okay alone with him. What if Magnus has another

episode?”

Dr. Frankie reassured him, “It’ll be fine. These fits are intermittent. It’ll be a while before the next one.

Besides, did you not see? Even in his deranged state, Magnus still recognizes Natalia’s voice. His

willpower is terrifying.”

Reassured, James led Dr. Frankie away, hoping for a successful antidote this time around.

Meanwhile, in the room, Natalia held Magnus’ hand tightly, never once stopping her soothing melody.

She knew that even though Magnus could hardly recognize anyone when his addiction was acting up,

he still recognized her voice. If her voice could ease his pain even slightly, then she wouldn’t mind

singing till her throat is hoarse.

As her enchanting voice filled the room, dusk gradually descended outside. Slowly, Magnus closed his

eyes, falling into a peaceful sleep. Natalia, her voice raspy from hours of singing, finally allowed herself

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a moment of rest.

She watched Magnus sleep peacefully and knew this was the only time he was free from pain. Natalia

gently traced Magnus’ features with her fingertips, studying his smooth forehead, sharp nose, luscious

lips, and lightly stubbled chin.

“Magnus, please, get better…”

In the middle of the night, Magnus awoke. He tried to sit up, only to find himself drained of all strength.

His head felt heavy as lead. Though he’d been in a dazed state for days, he remembered everything

clearly once he regained his senses.

Ever since he drank that tea, he had turned into a terrifying creature. The tea surely had something

wrong. Now, he was trapped in this less version of himself, sometimes lucid, sometimes insane. In his

fits of madness, he didn’t recognize anyone.

My wife! Magnus’ eyes narrowed in pain, looking at Natalia who was finally sleeping at his side.

Throughout his days of madness, she had been tending to him tirelessly, taking his hits, carrying his

abusive words.

God! What had he done these past days?! How could he treat his wife whom he adored so dearly in

such a manner? The sight of Natalia’s hand, bitten and torn apart by himself, stabbed at his being. He

slowly reached his hand out; he remembered his wife had unchained him. Was she not afraid of him

during his fits?

It felt like his body was about to fall apart, but he had to hold Natalia’s hand, even if it cost him his life!

After what seemed like an eternity, Magnus managed to hold Natalia’s hand. With every ounce of

energy left, he lifted her hand slightly to see the bandaged wound left by his teeth. The sight of it felt

like a knife twisting in his heart, causing him to gasp.

“My wife, I’m sorry. All of it was my fault,” Magnus sobbed softly, filled with guilt for his deeds, wishing

to kill himself who committed such acts.

His sobbing woke Natalia. Startled, she lifted her head and noticed Magnus had already awoken. Their

gaze met, and Natalia saw the guilt, anxiety, remorse, and empathy in Magnus’ eyes. Without uttering a

single word, she knew that Magnus was back to his senses.

With much difficulty, she tried to show him a smile, even if it looked worse than if she was crying. She

tried to comfort Magnus, “Magnus, are you awake?”

The sound of Natalia’s hoarse voice left Magnus in disbelief, “My wife, what happened to your voice?

How could it become so hoarse?”

Natalia laughed a little, wanting to tell him it was because she had been singing all night. But all her

words stopped at the tip of her tongue, ending up as a heartfelt sigh, “It’s nothing. Maybe, I caught a

cold.”

Magnus frowned, knowing Natalia was lying. Once he heard the lullaby in his memories, he knew it

came from his loving wife, filled with all her affections for him, sung to lull the agitated, madness-driven

him into tranquility.