The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 415

In the heart of Hawaii, Hector's leg had finally healed after a necessary period of rest.

One fine day, he accompanied Natalia to a meeting at NH International. The sight of Hector walking through the door alongside her caused a palpable shock in the boardroom.

The shareholders, who had started the company with Hector, were overjoyed, leaping to their feet with tears in their eyes. "Mr. Hector, you've returned! We feared the worst..."

"Mr. Hector, is it really you? Pinch me; | must be dreaming!" Hector had been missing for a year, and his unexpected return brought overwhelming happiness to his peers.

"Yeah, I'm back. You all have done a stellar job this past year. Let's keep pushing forward together. And let's not forget the hardship Natalia endured on our behalf. Thank you all for not giving up on NH International."

Despite surviving a catastrophe, Hector felt truly alive only now that he was back in his element. He silently thanked the stars above for leading him back to his roots. His gaze landed on Natalia's smiling eyes, and he remembered the name of the company—NH International. They must have been deeply in love once, and now, after his disappearance, she had returned to Magnus' side, leaving them to miss each other once again.

Back at the office, everything felt as it once had. Hector's madness had dissipated. He and Natalia synced their daily routines, arriving and departing work together as if nothing had changed. This simple routine sparked jealousy in Magnus.

Magnus watched his wife leave and return with Hector each day. His heart twisted with a torment he couldn't voice. Even though Natalia was back with Magnus, Hector’s presence was like a ticking time bomb.

After dinner, Magnus confronted Hector, who sat nonchalantly on the couch. “You've got your memory issues, you're all healed up, and the company’s chugging along. Maybe it's time you found your own place. This is our home. Don't you feel out of place?"

Hector turned slowly, locking eyes with Magnus. "If I'm not mistaken, this is also a home to Natalia and me. If anyone should leave, it's you."

Magnus felt like he'd been punched in the gut. "You... This is Natalia's home, and I'm her husband. | know my place here!" Unblinking, Hector retorted, "The last thing | remember is that this is my home."

Natalia stepped in, glaring at Magnus. "Why are you trying to kick Hector out? This is his home. Where do you expect him to go? Besides, he's lost his memory."

Feeling cornered and infuriated by the way Natalia defended Hector, Magnus grabbed her arm and stormed toward the bedroom. "What the hell?" Natalia stumbled behind him.

Once in the bedroom, Magnus slammed the door, pinned her against it, and kissed her fiercely. It was a punishing kiss, passionate and wild.

Natalia tried to push him away, but he was immovable, trapping her against the door. His kiss left her breathless, and only when she was nearly suffocating did he let go and carry her to the bed.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Still want to glare at me? For that jerk, Hector? I'll show you who your husband is," Magnus growled, his eyes intense.

"Magnus, don't be so childish. Hector has lost his memory. Where do you want him to go? This was his home," Natalia argued, staring into his stormy eyes.

Magnus' anger was replaced with a whine. "So, we'll move out, let him have the place! You're my wife; you can't be around him all the time. | can't stand it, sweetheart..."

Natalia felt a shiver run down her spine as Magnus' tone shifted from ferocious to cajoling. "Get off, Hector's still downstairs. You dragging me up here is rude," she protested, her blue eyes locking with his.

"In my own house, with my own wife, | needn't mind manners,” he countered before proceeding to undress her.

While the bedroom buzzed with intimacy, Hector sat downstairs with his eyes on the television but his mind elsewhere. He knew what was happening behind the bedroom door. A wave of sadness swept over him, his fists clenching tight. He reminded himself to stay calm, although his hands cracked in protest.

If it weren't for Natalia, he might have lashed out at Magnus. But the thought of making her cry halted his rage. He relaxed his grip, staring out at the moonlight.

“Alright, Natalia, if this is the happiness you choose, I'll leave. As long as it keeps you from crying,” he resolved.

Hector rose, ascended the stairs, and paused at the bedroom door. The sound of Magnus’ voice calling Natalia, “Sweetheart,” was almost too much to bear. He shut his eyes, turned away, and left the villa in the dead of night.