The Wrong Woman

Imogen's question left Jasper stunned.

He hadn't expected her to be so straightforward, even though her face was flushed red. Her gaze remained steady, and she quietly looked into his eyes as she urgently sought an answer.

Jasper felt his mouth go dry, so he picked up the glass on the table and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. He couldn't help but look away to avoid her gaze.

Imogen continued to ask, "Do you have feelings for someone else, or is there something you can't tell me?"

Feeling nervous, Jasper blurted out, "No, there's no other woman."

Imogen let out a sigh of relief, feeling slightly reassured. She slowly said, "So, there's something you can't tell me?"

Jasper pondered for a moment, torn about whether he should be honest now. From Imogen's casual mention of divorce, it seemed he wasn't that important to her.

"Imogen, if I lied to you, what would you do?" Jasper asked cautiously.

Imogen's calmed heart immediately sank. She stared at him in shock.

So, he had lied to her?

Was he really gay, and she had unknowingly become his beard?

darkened as she felt

tried to salvage the situation. He

the spread of food on the table, her

you lied to me about this, I won't forgive you. We can't continue as a married

sense of loss, slowly clenching his fists as he sadly

not hungry. You

table and headed to her

he felt lonely. Staring at the food, he felt his heart starting

night mogen didn't

because she was troubled by the possibility that

his explanation, his guilty demeanor showed that he was lying

he could hide

truth.

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tears. Despite their short time together, she had developed feelings for him. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

she got ready, dressing simply and preparing to

room, she saw Jasper

gently said, "Good morning,

indifferently, "No,