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.

but she had never heard of a wealthy man deceiving someone as poor

filling Imogen with a deep

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

while Jasper, as he often did, went to

a kitchen utensil into someone who loved

from the kitchen. She froze for a moment before rushing in and quickly snatching the spatula from Jasper's Mr. to cook for me anymore. I can't accept it!" Morrison, you

touched the edge of the hot iron pan, feeling a sharp pain from the burn. He quickly withdrew his hand, his brow furrowing as he sucked in a breath. He then raised his hand

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

holding his hand under the running water, gently rubbing the injured

gazed at her beautiful features, unable to