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.

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

steady her nerves before cautiously asking, "Did you ever write me any love

them all

table and quickly retreated to her room, slamming the door with a

her reaction, a deep sense of disappointment washing over him, mingled with bitter anguish. Had she truly just run away from

she had avoided him in much the same way, treating their encounters as if she had seen a ghost. Apart from school-related

head, overwhelmed with sadness as he gathered the photographs.

her room, her hand pressed to her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps,

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

out to be the son of Nathan, the general of Norvania, and Mila, a renowned chemist. Besides he was the CEO of Star Enterprise and nephew to Norvania's wealthiest tycoon. He seemed to shine like the brightest star in

to look upon him? And yet, she

like she was

bed, she pulled the blanket over her head, battling the urge