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.

who shared the same last name. Suddenly, memories of the only boy she had ever kept at arm's length in middle school

asking,

a bitter smile. "Yeah, you tore them all up.

table and quickly retreated to her room, slamming

reaction, a deep sense of disappointment washing over him, mingled with bitter anguish. Had she truly

avoided him in much the same way, treating their encounters as if she had

gathered the photographs. He felt

her room, her hand pressed to her chest.

unsettling than any ghost story she'd heard. It

the CEO of Star Enterprise and nephew to Norvania's wealthiest tycoon.

Imogen even have the right to look upon him?

she was

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