The Wrong Woman

Another night of sleeplessness tormented Imogen. She spent the entire night unable to sleep, consumed by anxiety. She felt trapped in a difficult situation with no apparent escape. She wondered what kind of disaster her family would face if Nathan and Mila discovered the truth. She was aware that life wasn't a fairy tale. Princes didn't marry Cinderellas in the real world.

The next morning, Imogen got up unusually early. She quietly slipped out before Jasper even stirred. When she arrived at the office, her supervisor assigned tasks for her. She promptly dove into work, momentarily putting her worries aside.

Imogen had a humble educational background, yet was personally recruited by Jasper. With her attractive appearance and great figure, her supervisor was naturally aware of her special connection with Jasper.

Consequently, the tasks given to her were straightforward-typing, retrieving documents, and organizing materials and files.

During lunchtime, most employees gathered in groups to dine out, while a handful of dedicated ones, remained in the office like Imogen, nibbling on sandwiches or takeout.

Imogen couldn't shake off the heavy feeling in her heart, making the sandwich she had packed that morning seem particularly bland.

The idea of her unexpected marriage left her truly bewildered and incredulous. She was suddenly married to the CEO of Star Enterprise, which effortlessly landed her a role in the aerospace R&D department with his support. She felt undeserving of this position.

"Ms. Kingsley," someone called out to Imogen.

stranger entered, impeccably dressed in a suit with an ID badge hanging from his neck. With confidence, he walked up to her, holding a lunch box, and politely extended it to her. "Mr. Morrison prepared this

several colleagues stared at her in disbelief,

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accept or decline. She raised the sandwich in her hand. "Thank you, but I'm

and said politely, "Ms. Kingsley, I'll leave

grabbed the

appreciate Mr. Morrison's kindness, but I've already eaten. Please don't trouble yourself

Imogen

her sandwich, and then busied herself typing away at her computer. Reluctantly, the assistant

gossip spread like wildfire throughout the workplace. By the end of the day, the news had made its way across the

for Imogen, but she turned it

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