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

trio before him. "I've been waiting for this

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

Morrison, what will it take to

icy and unyielding,

shaken as they were swiftly taken into custody. Zoey's frightened cries and pleas

a phone call. Growing anxious, he urged the driver, "Hurry,

was escorted

led straight into the research institute of the space agency. Upon entering, she was greeted by a spacious office, filled

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

furrowed with concern.

one of the

weight of their scrutiny, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with her clothing, her breaths coming

modifying data at the center, "Professor Winkler, we've found the person who set

swiveled her chair toward the

her in," Terry