The Wrong Woman

Zoey, Marcel, and Rosalind looked visibly frightened.

Jasper gave a slight smile. "I'm Imogen's husband. Yes, the very Imogen Kingsley you all are familiar with."

The three seemed unsettled.

"It seems you called us here today for this?" Marcel asked.

Zoey's disbelief morphed into anger. "You interviewed and allowed me into the PR department intentionally?"

A smile spread across Jasper's face. "Exactly. That was the only way for me to gather evidence of your impersonation of my wife.

"You've been using Imogen's identity, taking her degree, and continuing to work under her name and credentials. Those offenses alone are grounds for imprisonment."

Fear gripped Zoey, her eyes nervously darting toward her parents.

"Mr. Morrison, let's handle this rationally. It's been years, and there's no reason for further conflict. Besides, we've helped the Kingsleys through their troubles by providing a substantial sum," Marcel said calmly

"I've been waiting for this ever since I brought your

Rosalind and Zoey were visibly flustered. They scrambled to plead with Jasper for mercy. Jasper

what will it take to spare my

eyes icy and unyielding, "Spare her? Not

visibly shaken as they were swiftly taken into custody. Zoey's frightened cries and pleas fell on

the ride back, Jasper's face turned grim as he received a phone call. Growing anxious, he

from the car by two men and led straight into the research institute of the space agency. Upon entering, she was greeted by a spacious office, filled with rows of advanced computers showcasing detailed data

at the doorway, nervously absorbing her surroundings. In the office atrium, a dozen

Kingsley," one of

Imogen. She felt the weight of their scrutiny, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with her clothing, her

the space agency's research institute, called out to the woman modifying data at the center,

her chair

her in,"

a surge of tension as she stepped into the office. Mila scrutinized