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 as herself into marriage "I-I..."

silence fell over, filling Imogen with a deep

But Jasper was far from her league, and their worlds were miles apart. Imogen was painfully

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

had transformed from a man who had never touched a kitchen utensil into someone who loved cooking

room and heard sounds echoing from the kitchen. She froze for a moment before rushing in and quickly snatching the spatula

the process of her grabbing, 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.

Imogen's anxiety spiked. She immediately dropped the spatula and grabbed his large hand, her heart aching

his hand

gazed at her beautiful features, unable to look away even for