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.

in the air, pausing momentarily before slowly balling into a fist and then dropping to his side.

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

through, don't you think I'm

tall. Finding a girlfriend would be easy with your looks.

for you," Jasper replied

sight and marrying someone the very next day,

for a

Imogen was taken aback.

in the living room. "Take a seat outside. I have something to show you that will

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

returned from his bedroom, holding

to Imogen, who instinctively edged a little farther away from him. He glanced at her, a touch of sadness flickering in his eyes. He sighed softly and handed her the envelope. Curious, Imogen took it and unfolded it. Inside were several photographs. She pulled out the photos, set the envelope aside, and scrutinized

to her middle school years, Back then, she looked youthful, radiant, and charmingly innocent, smiling brightly. The photos were all group shots, featuring classmates or large gatherings