The Wrong Woman

Jasper's gaze turned steely, his face grave. He stated firmly, "I'm not divorcing you."

Imogen's lips quivered, tears pooling in her eyes. She clasped her hands and pleaded, "Mr. Morrison, please. We're not meant to be together. We can't get married."

The use of "Mr. Morrison" felt distant and icy, cutting deep into his heart. His frustration boiled over. "We're not divorced yet. I'm still your husband. Stop calling me 'Mr. Morrison.""

Imogen nodded vigorously. "Okay, fine. I'll call you whatever you prefer, but we must divorce."

She was wary of jeopardizing her family's lives by challenging authority.

The mention of "divorce" weighed heavily on Jasper. He gripped Imogen's arms tightly and pulled her close. Looking down at her, his eyes shimmered with tears of anguish. "Why? What's wrong with me? Why do you hate me so?"

Imogen felt a pang of empathy as she watched Jasper teetering on the brink of losing control. She wrestled with finding the right words to explain herself. Jasper's voice rose with anger. "Is it because I'm not attractive enough, or because I'm not gentle enough? Haven't I treated you right? Give me a reason!"

flowing freely. She whispered tearfully, "It's because of who you are, Jasper

despair and roared, "Imogen,

could feel Jasper's tight grip on her arms, causing her

still red from emotion as he stormed past Imogen into

wiping away tears, and stood there, paralyzed, unsure what to

with excitement and bashfulness as

found out, she immediately reprimanded Imogen, "If you

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only be suited to a woman from a high society background, someone born into privilege and refinement.

stand a chance at all. Disaster would surely follow if

known for his decisive actions, unwavering strength, and ruthless

from such a prestigious background, how could his family ever approve