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.

military base who shared the same last name. Suddenly, memories of the only boy she

cautiously asking, "Did you ever write me

a bitter smile. "Yeah, you tore them all up. There was even one you

pale with shock. She tossed the photos onto the coffee table and quickly retreated to

deep sense of disappointment washing over

same way, treating their encounters as if she had seen a ghost. Apart

with sadness as he gathered the

pressed to her chest. Her breath came in

out Jasper's true identity was more unsettling than any ghost story she'd heard. It shook her to

Mila, a renowned chemist. Besides he was the CEO of Star Enterprise and nephew to Norvania's wealthiest tycoon. He

as Imogen even have the right to look upon him? And yet, she was thrust into marriage with a man of his

like she was

her disoriented and unsettled. Rushing to her bed, she pulled the blanket over her head, battling the urge to scream