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.

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

before cautiously asking, "Did you ever write me any love letters back in middle

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

She tossed the photos onto the coffee table and quickly retreated

deep sense of disappointment washing over him, mingled

that her aversion was endearing. Previously, she had avoided him in much the same way, treating their encounters as if

head, overwhelmed with sadness as he gathered the photographs. He

leaned against the door of her room, her hand pressed to her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling with each

ghost story she'd heard. It shook her to the core, her nerves

the CEO of Star

right to look upon him? And yet, she was thrust into marriage with

felt like she was

disoriented and unsettled. Rushing to her bed, she pulled the blanket over her