The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 535

"Alright," Dr. Harper nodded reassuringly. "We take responsibility for every patient. Try not to worry too much, Natalia. At this stage, it's only a suspicion. As for a definitive diagnosis, we need to run a comprehensive set of tests, which can take about a month to process. Please, come with me."

Finishing his words, Dr. Harper guided Natalia through a series of more intricate examinations. She followed him like a ghost, feeling as if her world had crumbled.

"Ms. Clarkson, I'm prescribing you some medication to help calm your nerves and temporarily manage the symptoms of muscle weakness. It's unfortunate that you might have this condition, but | urge you to stay cooperative and patient until we get the results..."

The doctor's voice buzzed in Natalia's head, but she hardly listened, clinging to the last shred of sanity as she bid him goodbye and left the hospital.

The sunshine outside was perfect, yet Natalia felt a bone-deep chill. She wrapped her arms around her slender frame and walked slowly towards her car. Reaching it, her hands shook as she pulled the door open and slumped into the driver's seat, burying her face in her hands as she began to sob uncontrollably.

In this confined space, her emotions shattered, and tears streamed down her face. How could this be happening? She was facing a condition as dreadful as cancer. No, it was worse than cancer because she'd have to watch herself gradually lose the ability to move, even to breathe.

She thought of her loving husband, Magnus, her sweet son Jonas, and her daughter Anna, whom she had yet to find. Natalia felt trapped in a nightmare. She couldn't bear to become the person the doctor described, nor could she burden her family.

Suddenly, the phone rang, piercing her moment of despair. Wiping her tears, she answered, "Hello?"

"Honey," came the warm voice of Magnus, "What are you up to? | tried calling earlier. I've been missing you, darling." As he spoke, Magnus pictured Natalia's blushing face, wishing he could sprout wings and fly straight home.

"|... |..." Natalia choked back a sob, pinching herself to suppress the sadness. "Oh, I'm painting, just painting.”

"Ha, are you secretly painting me again?" Magnus chuckled softly. "Don't miss me too much, I'll be home by evening. Love you, darling.”

“Love you too," Natalia replied, her voice strained from her previous tears. She quickly changed the subject. "| need to get back to my painting. Let's talk when you get home, okay?”

“Alright, take care, bye." "Bye."

As soon as the call ended, Natalia's tears fell like rain once more. Perhaps Magnus had sensed her need, calling her in her most vulnerable moment. His affectionate words warmed her, yet she couldn't reveal her plight.

She knew Magnus well; learning of her condition would devastate him far more than it did her. All the suffering should be hers alone. She pleaded silently to spare her loved ones any grief.

Natalia wiped away her tears, started the car, and drove home. She steadfastly wiped away the tears that blurred her vision. Inside, she felt a relentless anguish but could not share her torment with anyone.

Arriving home, she trudged upstairs. The maid, Rebecca, was polishing the banister and smiled in greeting. Natalia couldn't muster a smile in return and just nodded as she made her way to her room. She shut the door behind her, engulfed in silent agony.

Was it her mind playing tricks, or did she feel pitied by everyone? She couldn't stand the helpless looks that seemed to say they knew the pain she would endure, yet could do nothing.

On the balcony, Natalia sat numbly. Her gaze was lost on the rolling waves, her heart churning like the frothy sea.

Asad smile crossed her lips as she thought of the story of The Little Mermaid, who traded her voice for legs to be with her prince, only to become nothing but sea foam.

Wasn't she facing a similar fate?

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No, she refused to die a miserable death, to live hopelessly burdened, to become a weight on her loved ones. The sea roared, mirroring Natalia's turmoil. How could she leave without causing them more pain?

Just then, the bedroom door creaked open, and Rebecca entered vor steamin cup of onttéé! But atalia Hedin: ppetite. Forcing a smile, she said, "Thank you, just set it down." Please read the original content at .

However, Rebecca stood firm, holding the coffee until Natalia took a sip, refusing to leave a lady in distress without a little comfort.

Natalia sighed in resignation and took the coffee from Rebecca's hands, only to have the steam scald her eyes, causing shiny tears to splash against the delicate porcelain mug.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Rebecca seemed to sense Natalia's distress and gestured with concern, asking if she had a row with Magnus.

Natalia shook her head and took a small sip of the coffee. Even though she was sure Rebeccahad col teneda,, i Sted bitter to her.

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Setting the coffee down beside her, Natalia forced a wistful smile. Looking at Rebecca, who couldn't speak, Natalia suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to pour her heart out.