The Imposter Bride - Season 4 Episode 18

She was never coming back! Magnus’ heart ached as if someone had mercilessly extracted a part of it,

causing him such pain that he felt dizzy.

Meanwhile, Isabella, who stood nearby, was paralyzed by fear. She was filled with regret, chastising

herself for her reckless decisions. How could she have forgotten that Magnus, the domineering man

standing before her, who seemed like an angel, could be as merciless as a demon?

Magnus suppressed his fury, his bloodthirsty gaze fixed on Isabella. His voice was cold as winter’s chill.

“Isabella, you dared make my wife swear such a vile oath! You could’ve lived a peaceful life but

decided to cross me. Well, you brought this on yourself!”

Turning to James, Magnus said, “Take her away. I reckon Perth at the back of Sapphire Island will be

thrilled to have a new meal.”

Isabella was so terrified she fell to the floor. She had assumed that if she said some sweet words to

Magnus, he would spare her and her family as he had in the past. However, she hadn’t expected such

a horrifying outcome.

“No! Magnus, you can’t do this to me! Please, spare me. I swear I’ll never appear before you again.

Please, have mercy!” Isabella crawled on her knees, clutching at Magnus’ pant leg, begging for mercy.

Magnus shook Isabella off in disgust, his gaze as cold as ice. “Isabella, it’s too late for regrets. If it

wasn’t for your malicious intentions, would my wife and I be separated? You’re the cause of all this.

Even a thousand cuts wouldn’t be enough to quench my hatred for you!”

Isabella was thrown aside, landing clumsily on the ground. She quickly crawled back towards Magnus,

only to be hoisted up by James.

He looked at the sobbing, disheveled Isabella with disgust. “You’re rotten to the core. I fear even Perth

would be poisoned by you. Who would want to deal with you if it wasn’t for your own foolishness?”

James immobilized Isabella. All she could do was wail and beg Magnus, “Please, Magnus, I’ve loved

you for so many years. Spare me! I didn’t hurt Natalia, I just wanted her to leave you. I swear I won’t do

it again!”

Hearing Isabella’s pleas, Magnus felt only disgust. “James, get her out of my sight. I don’t want to hear

another word from her.”

The thought of Isabella using an antidote to force his wife away, and having Natalia swear an oath on

Jonas’ life filled him with such rage he wished he could tear Isabella apart.

Isabella trembled in fear. “Magnus…”

But before she could finish, James hit her on the back of her neck, knocking her out. He then tossed

the unconscious Isabella on the ground, summoned four of his men, and had them carry her off to

Sapphire Island.

The grand office was once again calm. Magnus stared out of the window, and a sense of longing

flooded his heart. “Where are you, my love?”

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“If you’ve sworn not to return to me, then I’ll come to you. Everything will be okay.”

Days earlier, at the Melfort harbor, a small figure embarked on an old cargo ship. It was Natalia, whom

James and Dr. Frankie had been searching for, for a long time.

After being forced by Isabella to leave Magnus, Natalia went home, held her son Jonas for a while, and

then decided to leave Melfort. To prevent Magnus from finding her after his recovery, she didn’t leave

Melfort by regular means but secretly bought a ticket on a cargo ship.

The cargo ship sailed once every three days. During those three days, Natalia hid in a dark, damp

cargo hold, spending her time missing Magnus and Jonas.

After embarking from the cargo ship, Natalia looked back at the distant Melfort with affection,

murmuring, “Magnus, take care of Jonas. You need to keep living.”

Natalia never imagined that she would leave Melfort in such a way, especially in the most

heartbreaking way. Isabella was really ruthless. She knew that Natalia couldn’t bear to leave Magnus

and Jonas.

But it was better than losing Magnus. She gave a bitter smile and walked towards the bustling harbor.

She was in low spirits and accidentally bumped into someone. “Sorry, sorry!” Natalia apologized, but

froze when she saw who she had bumped into. “Lexi? Is that you?”

Yes, it was Lexi.

When Natalia was spending sleepless nights worrying about Magnus, Lexi, who was far away in

England, also looked worried.

Lexi was indeed pregnant. The morning sickness was getting worse, and she couldn’t even sleep well.

She didn’t know how others coped with early pregnancy, but she felt as if she were losing half her life.

Rita was always at her side, ready to rush over at any minute if Lexi felt slightly uncomfortable. This

princess-like treatment didn’t improve Lexi’s mood. Late at night, she often touched her belly, which still

hadn’t bulged, yet miraculously carried a new life.

This feeling was mysterious and beyond comprehension. Lexi’s heart was filled with mixed feelings;

happiness, loss, and, mostly, bitterness.

This child was the product of Callum’s drunken night. She didn’t know if the baby growing inside her

was healthy, or how Callum would treat him in the future.

Would he only use him as a tool for showing off, comparing him to Natalia’s son?

Every time she thought about her situation, a suffocating sadness would well up inside Lexi. She was

inexplicably trapped, stripped of her freedom like a bird in a cage.

But there was no way she was going to let the tiny life growing inside her suffer the same fate. No

matter what, she had to get them both out of this opulent hellhole!

Ever since becoming a mother-to-be, Lexi felt an ever-increasing desire to escape from this castle. She

had to devise a plan to break free from this prison!

“Ms. Lexi, these are kiwis flown in from New Zealand. I’ve washed them for you, would you like some?”

Rita held out a fruit platter filled with freshly washed kiwis she’d prepared for Lexi.

Lexi shook her head, not feeling particularly hungry. “I’m not really in the mood, just leave them there.”

Rita placed the platter on the table, voicing her concerns. “Ms. Lexi, I know you’re suffering from

morning sickness, but if you don’t nourish yourself properly, you will become weaker, and the little duke

might suffer as well.”