The Wrong Woman

"Before high school, I grew up and went to school out on the frontier," Jasper said.

"So, which one are you in the middle school photos?" Imogen asked, carefully studying the few snapshots of several people.

"Check out the group photos. Besides those, there aren't any solo shots of us together," Jasper responded with a hint of disappointment.

Imogen froze, staring at Jasper in disbelief. Anxiety churned in her chest and a sense of impending dread swept over her. She swallowed hard, her voice slightly quivering as she asked, "Was it that I didn't want to take photos with you? Or did we just never get the chance?"

"It was that you didn't want to," Jasper replied.

Imogen fell silent, her heart pounding erratically. She was gripped tightly by a wave of panic. She had always been known for her approachability and friendliness, so turning down a schoolmate's invitation for a photo felt oddly out of character.

Unless... it was him!

Her breath caught as she cautiously asked, "Is your last name Morrison?"

Jasper nodded silently.

same last name. Suddenly, memories of the only boy she had ever

trying to steady her nerves before cautiously asking, "Did you ever write me any love letters back

a bitter smile. "Yeah, you tore them all up. There was even one you threw right

onto the coffee table

deep sense of disappointment washing over him, mingled with bitter anguish. Had she truly

treating their encounters as if she had seen a ghost. Apart from school-related interactions, she never

with sadness as he gathered the photographs. He felt

her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling with each shaky

she'd heard. It shook her to the core, her nerves on the

renowned chemist. Besides he was the CEO of Star Enterprise and nephew to Norvania's wealthiest tycoon. He seemed

as Imogen even have the right to look upon him? And

felt like she was losing

and unsettled.