The Wrong Woman

Imogen just nodded without saying anything else.

She felt utterly exhausted as if this was the price she had to pay for marrying into a wealthy family.

"What's wrong?" Jasper asked worriedly.

Imogen shook her head. She replied as she forced a smile, "Nothing."

With that she ended the call, leaving Jasper puzzled.

She seemed fine, but he sensed she was unhappy.

He could feel the pressure she was under, her inability to integrate into his family, and her reluctance to open her heart to him. It felt like there was a growing distance between them.

The more he thought about it, the more it bothered him. He took out his phone and called Nolan Gibson.

"Hey, Jay, what's up?" Nolan asked.

Jasper walked to the balcony and asked, "Was it you who came to my house to get some things today?"

"No, why?"

"Then who was it?" Jasper asked nervously.

sister. She knew I needed to get some stuff from your place today and insisted

he

happened? Did my

his hips, Jasper said angrily,

married? Since when?" Nolan asked as

I'll explain some

Tell me about your

Jasper said before ending the call immediately. His concern grew as he

the house but couldn't find her. He anxiously called her phone, only to hear it ringing from the cabinet where she'd left it. Jasper

the pavilion. She was sitting on a bench, quietly gazing at the flowers under

cold breeze blowing, the garden looked ethereal in the soft glow of the

to sit quietly

jacket was draped over her shoulders. When she looked

smiled knowingly and

bored sitting

Imogen shook her head.

"Next time, call me

Imogen replied, "Okay."

beside her,

sigh. He started

keep things to yourself and make yourself