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.

heavy silence fell over, filling Imogen with a

their worlds were miles apart. Imogen was painfully aware of this disparity. With Jasper unwilling to divorce, she was at a loss for what to

as he often did, went to the kitchen to prepare dinner

who had never touched a kitchen utensil into

washing up

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sounds echoing from the kitchen She froze for a

Mr.

me anymore. I

Morrison, you don't "

Jasper accidentally touched the edge of the hot iron pan, feeling a sharp pain from the burn. He quickly withdrew his hand,

check on the burn.

anxiety spiked. She immediately dropped the spatula and grabbed his large hand, her heart aching as she

sink, holding his hand under the running water,