The Wrong Woman

Once they got in the car, the driver immediately started the engine and drove off.

In frustration, Imogen leaned against the window, putting some distance between herself and Jasper. "Jasper, why do you have to put me on the spot?"

Jasper closed his eyes and reclined against the seat, feigning sleep. "Putting you on the spot?"

"Isn't it obvious? I don't want to be in the same space as you. -"

"Imogen," Jasper interrupted, "You can hate me, be angry with me, or even hit me. But you cannot divorce me."

Imogen, still fuming, retorted, "This marriage is a sham. It was never valid!"

"A sham?" Jasper chuckled bitterly, slowly opening his eyes and turning to look at her, his gaze deep and mesmerizing. "Do you think anyone would believe that?" he uttered.

Imogen was rendered speechless by his question. She had heard of people marrying for money or appearances, but she had never heard of a wealthy man deceiving someone as poor as herself into marriage "I-I..." she stammered, unable to complete her sentence.

Imogen

and their worlds were miles apart. Imogen was

Imogen retreated to the room while Jasper, as he often did, went to the kitchen to prepare

man who had never touched a kitchen utensil into someone

up and changing

Re

comfy home clothes, Imogen emerged from the room and heard sounds echoing from the kitchen She froze

Mr.

me anymore. I can't accept

Morrison, you don't "

sharp pain from the burn. He quickly withdrew his hand, his brow furrowing as he sucked

check on the burn.

his large hand, her heart aching as she

holding his hand under the running water,