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.

appearances, but she had never heard of a wealthy man deceiving someone

Imogen with a deep gloom

divorce either. But Jasper was far from her league, and their worlds were miles apart. Imogen was painfully aware of this disparity. With

as he often did, went to the kitchen to prepare

transformed from a man who had never touched a kitchen utensil

echoing 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

Jasper accidentally 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 again

and grabbed his large hand, her

his hand under the running water, gently rubbing the

gazed at her beautiful features, unable to