The Wrong Woman

After work, Jasper returned home to find a note on the fridge, alongside gifts on the cabinet and the black card he had given to Imogen earlier. Feeling irritated, he loosened his tie, shed his coat, and threw it onto the bed. Sitting on the edge, he leaned forward with his hands cradling his forehead. He closed his eyes, his breaths deepening with each passing moment.

Today, she returned the gifts and the bank card. Tomorrow, it could very well be divorce papers. The more Jasper dwelled on it, the heavier his heart grew.

After a moment of contemplation, he left his room and approached Imogen's door. His knocks met with silence. Knowing she was inside, he spoke softly, "Imogen, can we talk?"

Still, there was no response.

He called out again, "Imogen..."

"

A soft voice from within replied, "I'm going to sleep."

Checking the time, Jasper realized it was still early. He lingered at the door for a while before reluctantly returning to his room.

He showered and changed into pajamas. Around 9:00 pm, he returned to Imogen's room again, but this time, he bypassed knocking and used his fingerprint to unlock the door. Closing it behind him, he left the room in darkness.

Imogen, still wide awake, heard the door open and nervously turned to look over. A tall, muscular figure entered.

Imogen's body tensed as she clutched the sheets tightly, her eyes wide with astonishment as Jasper walked into the room.

He removed his shoes and slid under the covers beside her.

timidly asked, "Jasper, what

face her, Jasper's long fingers gently encircled Imogen's slender

damp

adding to Imogen's already anxious state. She attempted to free herself

Imogen began, but before she could finish, Jasper interrupted, "Don't move if you don't want to experience the

hard, and her body tensed further,

"What exactly

a husky tone,

want to,"

it. You'll get used to having me around,"

endured quietly, whispering, "Jasper,

serious. "From now on,

your period

I'll be sleeping with

day. If

we'll do it once every day, or

embarrassment and frustration grew as she raised her voice,

pushed to madness. He was driven to madness by the

sleep together?

divorced,"

let