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,

nerves before cautiously asking, "Did you ever write

"Yeah, you tore them all up. There was

with shock. She tossed the photos onto the coffee table and quickly retreated to her room, slamming the door

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

treating their encounters as if she had seen a ghost. Apart from school-related interactions, she never spoke to him

gathered the photographs. He felt

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

out Jasper's true identity was more unsettling than any ghost story she'd heard. It shook her to the core, her nerves on the brink of

Besides he was the CEO of Star Enterprise and nephew to Norvania's wealthiest tycoon. He

upon him? And yet, she was thrust into marriage with a man

she

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