The Wrong Woman

Imogen gritted her teeth, her gaze cold and tinged with simmering anger she struggled to suppress. She turned away again.

Tears welled up in Ethan's eyes. He stood still like a marionette cut loose from its string.

Scarlett approached him and gently linked her arm with his. Her voice was filled with compassion as she whispered, "Darling, think of our child and me. Stop clinging to the delusion. She's already married." Ethan could no longer contain himself. He buried his face in his hands, turned away, and leaned against the wall, sobbing.

Scarlett stood behind him, her eyes welling with tears as she watched, her fist clenched and trembling.

After leaving the hospital, Imogen hailed a taxi. Feeling dejected, she retrieved her phone from her bag and checked her message. It was a reply from the HR manager at Star Enterprise, Skylar.

"Ms. Kingsley, if today doesn't work for you, we can reschedule for tomorrow or the day after. Any weekday is suitable for your interview."

stared at the message, feeling it was almost surreal. She wondered what kind of wonderful company this was. Could it

the educational requirements, she couldn't understand why Skylar would show her such respect. It all

humility and respect left Imogen feeling doubtful and uneasy as her mind raced

day and discarded her stained clothes. She felt disheartened. After

bathed in the glow of the sunset, with a breeze stirring the curtains. From outside her bedroom, she faintly heard the front door

the blanket and rose from the bed. Clad in slippers, with

nowhere to be seen in the living room, but she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She shuffled toward it with weary

of footsteps, and Imogen's slender figure slipped into his arms. Her arms encircled his waist, pulling him close. Burying her face in his chest, she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his crisp

embrace. He stood there, silent and contemplative, gazing down at Imogen nestled in his arms. What was on her mind today? Her unusual display of affection was endearing, yet there was a hint of sadness in her demeanor. He thought something must