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.

the military base who shared the same last name. Suddenly, memories of the only boy she had ever kept at arm's

took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before cautiously asking, "Did you ever write me

gave a bitter smile. "Yeah, you tore them all up. There was even

face went pale with shock. She tossed the photos onto the coffee table and quickly retreated to her room,

muscles tightened as he watched her reaction, a deep sense of disappointment washing over him, mingled with bitter anguish. Had she truly

the same way, treating their encounters as if she had seen a ghost. Apart from school-related interactions, she never spoke to him or

his head, overwhelmed with sadness as he gathered the photographs. He felt waves of

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

unsettling than any ghost story she'd heard. It shook her to

the son of Nathan, the general of Norvania, and Mila, a renowned chemist. Besides he was the CEO of Star

the right to look upon him? And yet, she was thrust into

felt like she

leaving her disoriented and unsettled. Rushing to her bed, she