The Wrong Woman

Zoey, Marcel, and Rosalind looked visibly frightened.

Jasper gave a slight smile. "I'm Imogen's husband. Yes, the very Imogen Kingsley you all are familiar with."

The three seemed unsettled.

"It seems you called us here today for this?" Marcel asked.

Zoey's disbelief morphed into anger. "You interviewed and allowed me into the PR department intentionally?"

A smile spread across Jasper's face. "Exactly. That was the only way for me to gather evidence of your impersonation of my wife.

"You've been using Imogen's identity, taking her degree, and continuing to work under her name and credentials. Those offenses alone are grounds for imprisonment."

Fear gripped Zoey, her eyes nervously darting toward her parents.

"Mr. Morrison, let's handle this rationally. It's been years, and there's no reason for further conflict. Besides, we've helped the Kingsleys through their troubles by providing a substantial sum," Marcel said calmly

he glanced up at the trio before him. "I've been waiting for this ever since I brought your

scrambled to plead with Jasper for mercy. Jasper remained unmoved by their

it take

his eyes icy and unyielding, "Spare

they were swiftly taken into custody. Zoey's frightened cries and pleas fell on deaf

the ride back, Jasper's face turned grim as he received a phone call. Growing anxious, he urged the driver, "Hurry, to the

was escorted

straight into the research institute of the space agency. Upon entering, she was greeted by

the office atrium, a dozen people gathered in earnest discussion, their expressions grave and

furrowed with concern.

Kingsley," one of

felt the weight of their scrutiny,

a fellow of the space agency's research institute, called out to the woman modifying data at the center, "Professor Winkler, we've found

swiveled her chair

her in," Terry