The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 361

The images before her pierced Natalia's heart like a dagger, and in a profound revelation, she

recognized the little angel-faced boy before her as her own son—Jonas.

"Jonas, how did you end up here? Oh honey, Mommy has missed you so much!"

Natalia's heart raced as she lunged forward to embrace Jonas, only to find herself hugging thin air. His

figure shimmered and dissolved right before her eyes as if he were mere mist slowly fading away.

Around her, the thick, impenetrable fog lingered.

"Jonas! Jonas! Where are you? Please, come back!"

Natalia wandered helplessly through the fog, her voice echoing desperately as she called out for her

son. But no matter how long she walked, Jonas remained elusive.

Natalia couldn't tell how much time had passed when suddenly, she saw a flickering light in the

distance accompanied by a faint voice. "Natalia, today marks the 124th cactus flower bloom. If you

don't wake up soon, I'm truly going to go broke."

Whose voice was that? It sounded both familiar and foreign. Confused, Natalia moved towards the

source of the voice. As she neared the light, it morphed into an unfathomable black hole that swiftly

enveloped her.

"Ah—!" Natalia's scream tore through the silence as she plummeted into an endless vertigo and

boundless darkness.

"Natalia? Natalia?! Are you waking up? Please tell me you're waking up."

Back in reality, Hector had just finished talking to Natalia when he noticed her hand trembling

uncontrollably. The discovery filled him with exhilaration. He immediately pressed the emergency

button, his gaze fixed intently on Natalia for any sign of change.

Soon, the on-duty doctor arrived and, after a flurry of activity, joyfully informed Hector, "Congratulations,

she's regained consciousness and could wake up at any moment. This is a medical miracle. You are

incredible!"

Despite the doctor's praise, Hector didn't utter a word. His joy at the prospect of Natalia's awakening

consumed him, and he barely heard the doctor. Instead, he jubilantly celebrated in the hospital room,

"Thank God! Natalia is finally coming around!"

"No, you should thank yourself. Young man, you've been amazing," the doctor couldn't help but praise

Hector again. "Your devotion over these past months has moved us all, and I believe it's touched the

young lady who's been in a deep coma. You've really done something remarkable."

"What do I do now? What happens when she wakes? Or, what should I be doing right now?" Hector

finally asked about the next steps, eager to continue being useful. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The doctor clapped Hector on the shoulder. "Son, you're overwhelmed with emotion, which is

completely understandable given the rarity of such events in the medical field. You should keep talking

to her. Keep stimulating her brain. It could help her wake up sooner. Once she wakes up, we'll take

over. After all, we're the experts."

"Alright, the moment she wakes, I'll let you know!" Hector promised, spinning in a happy circle in the

room. "Natalia, it's such great news. You're almost awake! I can't help but praise God! This is

wonderful!"

"Natalia, please wake up soon. Some of the cacti I brought have started blooming with the prettiest little

flowers. Would you like me to show them to you?

"Natalia..."

Hector had expected Natalia to open her eyes at any moment, but even after a full day in the room,

exhaustion took over, and he collapsed onto the cot to sleep, she still hadn't awakened.

It's alright, he thought as he drifted off into the deepest sleep he'd had in days. If not today, surely

Natalia would wake up tomorrow.

In the deep silence of the night, while the hospital room lay still, Natalia's eyelashes fluttered twice, and

her eyes slowly opened. After such a lengthy slumber, she had finally come to.

Blinking against the stark white of the hospital room, Natalia frowned in confusion. Where was she?

She tried to sit up, only to feel a sharp pain as she noticed an IV needle in her wrist.

"Ouch..." Her soft gasp cut through the silence, rousing Hector from his sleep.

Hector sat up instinctively, his eyes locking onto Natalia's now open and conscious gaze. "Natalia?"

She looked at the disheveled man not far from her bed, feeling a sense of familiarity but unable to

place him immediately. "Who are you?" she asked, brow furrowed in thought.

Pinching himself to ensure he wasn't dreaming, Hector's joy was palpable. "My God, it hurts, I'm not

dreaming!"

The next second, he was out of bed and beside her. "Natalia, you're really awake? This isn't a dream.

I'm not dreaming!"

Natalia, observing Hector's manic behavior, ventured cautiously. "You are... Hector?"

"Yes, Natalia, you remember me, that's wonderful." Hector grasped her hand, kissing it with joy. "Thank

the Lord, the Virgin Mary, and Jesus Christ; you've woken up, and you remember me. I'm overwhelmed

with happiness."

Still puzzled by Hector's ecstatic antics, Natalia asked, "Why wouldn't I remember you? Hector, you

look different. Your hair's grown out, and you've got a beard now."

Over those agonizing three months, Hector had been on tenterhooks every day, terrified that the next

doctor's update would confirm the worst possible news – brain death.