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.

she had never heard of a wealthy man deceiving someone

Imogen with

apart. Imogen was painfully aware of this disparity. With Jasper unwilling to divorce, she was

the room while Jasper, as he often did, went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for

never touched a kitchen utensil into someone

into her comfy home clothes, Imogen emerged from the room and heard sounds echoing from the kitchen. She froze for a

feeling a sharp pain from the burn. He

immediately dropped the spatula and grabbed his large hand, her heart aching as she

his hand under

eyes were full of intense affection as he gazed at her beautiful