The Wrong Woman

Surrounded by a steady stream of compliments and admiration, Zoey gradually lost touch with her true self.

In the evening, at the end of the workday, Jasper left the office early as usual. He sat in his car, quietly watching the entrance of Star Enterprise, waiting for Imogen to emerge. Time ticked by slowly. Most employees departed, but Imogen had yet to appear.

Jasper's patience dwindled. He swung open the car door and strode into the office building. Suddenly, someone blocked his path. His face tightened as he examined the person blocking him. "Good evening, Mr. Morrison," Zoey greeted with a delicate and charming posture, her face illuminated by a warm smile, her eyes reflecting deep affection.

Jasper's expression stayed impassive as hummed in acknowledgment.

"Mr. Morrison, I'm truly sorry about all the gossip today. I have no idea who started it," Zoey murmured shyly.

"What gossip?" Jasper looked confused.

"You haven't heard?" Zoey seemed surprised.

"No, what's happening?"

said, blushing and glancing down in embarrassment. Her voice grew quieter as she

smile, intrigued by Zoey's apparent lack of self-awareness. He wondered what had emboldened her

even more enthusiastic and suggested cheerfully, "Mr. Morrison, how

idea appealing. "Sure, let's invite your

our first date, and you're

gestured toward his car parked outside. "Let's

curious glances of onlookers. Employees

hesitant to emerge. It wasn't until she saw Jasper and Zoey chatting and laughing together as they

sustain her marriage with Jasper any longer and understood he wasn't the lifelong partner meant for her. Despite this awareness, her heart wrestled with

struck by a sudden realization. Wasn't this villa owned by Jasper? How could she have been so oblivious? She sighed heavily, feeling as though

employee from the space agency who had offered her an

these thoughts racing through her mind, Imogen answered the