The Wrong Woman

Imogen gritted her teeth, her gaze cold and tinged with simmering anger she struggled to suppress. She turned away again.

Tears welled up in Ethan's eyes. He stood still like a marionette cut loose from its string.

Scarlett approached him and gently linked her arm with his. Her voice was filled with compassion as she whispered, "Darling, think of our child and me. Stop clinging to the delusion. She's already married." Ethan could no longer contain himself. He buried his face in his hands, turned away, and leaned against the wall, sobbing.

Scarlett stood behind him, her eyes welling with tears as she watched, her fist clenched and trembling.

After leaving the hospital, Imogen hailed a taxi. Feeling dejected, she retrieved her phone from her bag and checked her message. It was a reply from the HR manager at Star Enterprise, Skylar.

"Ms. Kingsley, if today doesn't work for you, we can reschedule for tomorrow or the day after. Any weekday is suitable for your interview."

Imogen stared at the message, feeling it was almost surreal. She wondered what kind of wonderful company this was. Could it truly not be a scam?

As an ordinary, unknown person who didn't even meet the educational requirements, she couldn't understand why Skylar would show her such respect. It all seemed so strange.

feeling doubtful and uneasy as her mind

home, Imogen showered to wash away the day and discarded her stained clothes. She felt disheartened. After blow-drying her hair, she collapsed onto her bed, drifting into a

until evening. When she awoke, the window sill was bathed in the glow of the sunset, with a breeze stirring

the front door to

the bed. Clad in slippers, with her long hair flowing

seen in the living room, but she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She shuffled

at the

and Imogen's slender figure

him close. Burying her face in his chest, she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his

was endearing, yet there was a hint of sadness in her demeanor. He thought something must have been troubling her. Jasper smiled warmly, pulling Imogen closer as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

her cheek against his chest, and whispered, "Jay, just

Jasper tightened his embrace,