The Wrong Woman

Jasper felt his heart sink as he stood there, rooted to the spot, his intense gaze meeting Imogen's eyes blazing with anger. Momentarily speechless, he slipped his hands into his sweatpants pockets, lowered his head, and sighed.

Imogen suppressed her frustration, studying him cautiously before calmly asking, "Are you still searching for the right words, or do you plan to continue deceiving me?"

Jasper lifted his head and held her gaze firmly. "I'm Jasper Morrison."

Imogen's demeanor turned colder. "I'm fully aware. It's written on the marriage certificate."

"I deceived you. My real name isn't Asher, and I'm not the guy Eloise arranged for you to meet," Jasper said.

"Why would you pretend to be the guy Aunt Eloise set me up with?" Imogen demanded, her voice laced with anger.

Jasper felt a surge of unease. He extended his hand, wanting to reach for Imogen's hand to explain himself.

Yet, Imogen cautiously stepped back, swiftly tucking her hands behind her, and eyeing his hand warily.

dropping to his side. He

introduce him unless he were a good man. But you? Why did you pretend to be my blind date

we've been through, don't you think I'm

quite good-looking and tall. Finding a girlfriend would

I have feelings for you," Jasper

someone the very next day, unless the man's completely unappealing

other for a

Imogen was taken aback.

toward the couch in the living room. "Take a seat outside. I have something to

curiosity got the best of her, and she moved to the living room, settling

later, Jasper returned from

instinctively edged a little farther away from him. He glanced at her, a touch of sadness flickering in his eyes. He sighed softly and handed her the envelope. Curious, Imogen

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