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 had ever kept at arm's length

cautiously asking, "Did you ever write me any

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

face went pale with shock. She tossed the photos onto the coffee table and quickly retreated to her room, slamming the door with a loud

over him, mingled with bitter anguish. Had she

way, treating their encounters as if she had seen

he gathered the photographs.

leaned against the door of her room, her hand pressed to her chest. Her breath

any ghost story she'd heard. It

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

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

felt like she was

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