The Wrong Woman

Jasper felt his heart sink as he stood there, rooted to the spot, his intense gaze meeting Imogen's eyes blazing with anger. Momentarily speechless, he slipped his hands into his sweatpants pockets, lowered his head, and sighed.

Imogen suppressed her frustration, studying him cautiously before calmly asking, "Are you still searching for the right words, or do you plan to continue deceiving me?"

Jasper lifted his head and held her gaze firmly. "I'm Jasper Morrison."

Imogen's demeanor turned colder. "I'm fully aware. It's written on the marriage certificate."

"I deceived you. My real name isn't Asher, and I'm not the guy Eloise arranged for you to meet," Jasper said.

"Why would you pretend to be the guy Aunt Eloise set me up with?" Imogen demanded, her voice laced with anger.

Jasper felt a surge of unease. He extended his hand, wanting to reach for Imogen's hand to explain himself.

Yet, Imogen cautiously stepped back, swiftly tucking her hands behind her, and eyeing his hand warily.

balling into a fist and then dropping to his side. He sighed softly. "To

"Asher is the man Aunt Eloise picked out for me. I trust her judgment. She wouldn't introduce him unless he were a good man. But

been through, don't you think I'm a

understand his intentions. She continued, "You're quite good-looking and tall. Finding a girlfriend would be easy with your looks.

feelings for you," Jasper replied

her head, furrowing her brow. "I don't buy into love at first sight and marrying someone the very next day, unless the man's completely unappealing and desperate

known each other for a

Imogen was taken aback.

"Take a seat

bedroom. After a momentary pause, Imogen's curiosity got the best of her,

Jasper returned from his bedroom, holding

her, a touch of sadness flickering in his eyes. He sighed softly and handed her the envelope. Curious, Imogen took it and unfolded

looked youthful, radiant, and charmingly innocent, smiling brightly. The photos were all group shots,