The Wrong Woman

"Before high school, I grew up and went to school out on the frontier," Jasper said.

"So, which one are you in the middle school photos?" Imogen asked, carefully studying the few snapshots of several people.

"Check out the group photos. Besides those, there aren't any solo shots of us together," Jasper responded with a hint of disappointment.

Imogen froze, staring at Jasper in disbelief. Anxiety churned in her chest and a sense of impending dread swept over her. She swallowed hard, her voice slightly quivering as she asked, "Was it that I didn't want to take photos with you? Or did we just never get the chance?"

"It was that you didn't want to," Jasper replied.

Imogen fell silent, her heart pounding erratically. She was gripped tightly by a wave of panic. She had always been known for her approachability and friendliness, so turning down a schoolmate's invitation for a photo felt oddly out of character.

Unless... it was him!

Her breath caught as she cautiously asked, "Is your last name Morrison?"

Jasper nodded silently.

skipped a beat. She remembered the general at the military base who shared the same last name. Suddenly, memories

before cautiously asking,

tore them all up. There was even one you threw right

She tossed the photos onto the coffee table and quickly retreated to

over him, mingled with bitter

to realize that her aversion was endearing. Previously, she had avoided him in much the same way, treating their encounters as if she had seen a ghost. Apart from school-related interactions, she never spoke to him or made

hung his head, overwhelmed with sadness as he gathered the photographs.

her chest. Her

heard. It shook her to the core, her nerves

be the son of Nathan, the general of Norvania, and Mila, a renowned chemist. Besides he was the

Imogen even have the right to look upon him? And yet, she was thrust into marriage with

she was losing

unsettled. Rushing to her bed, she pulled the