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

phone and sent a message. Shortly after, he glanced up at the trio before him. "I've been waiting for this

and Zoey were visibly flustered. They scrambled to plead with Jasper for mercy. Jasper

take to spare my daughter?" Marcel

icy and

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

received a phone call. Growing anxious, he urged

escorted from

men and led straight into the research institute of the space agency. Upon entering, she was greeted by a spacious office, filled with rows of advanced computers showcasing detailed data on space

the doorway, nervously absorbing her surroundings. In the office atrium, a dozen people gathered in earnest discussion,

furrowed with concern.

we've brought Imogen Kingsley," one of the

eyes turned toward Imogen. She felt the weight of their scrutiny, her fingers anxiously fidgeting

the space agency's research institute, called out to the woman modifying data at the center, "Professor Winkler, we've found the person who set

her chair toward

her in," Terry