The Wrong Woman

That girl was really beautiful.

Feeling down, Imogen sipped her tea dejectedly as she slowly walked toward the subway entrance.

At 6:30 pm, Jasper arrived home right on time.

As he changed his shoes at the door, he couldn't help but look toward the living room because he couldn't wait to see her. Not seeing her, he called out, "Imogen."

There was no response.

After changing his shoes, he carried two bags of fruit into the house.

Imogen was sitting at the dining table, dinner already prepared for him.

Jasper walked in with a gentle smile, and his gaze was filled with affection. He placed the fruit on the table and said, "Imogen, I bought your favorite fruit."

Imogen replied politely, "Thank you."

Jasper took off his suit jacket and sat across from her. He noticed her unusual expression.

With a somber face, Imogen ladled a bowl of soup for him. She said, "Have some soup. I made it especially for you."

Jasper asked gently, "What's wrong? You seem upset today. Is it because of your work?"

Imogen shook her head as she kept her head down.

Jasper asked, "Tell me, why are you unhappy?"

After pondering for a moment, Imogen slowly raised her head to look at Jasper. Her gaze was cold and distant as she asked indifferently, "Jay, why did you want to marry me?"

Jasper froze. Seeing her downcast face and detached demeanor, he worried she had discovered something.

"Did you find out something?" Jasper asked nervously.

Imogen nodded.

Jasper panicked. He quickly explained, "Imogen, I didn't mean to deceive you. I had my reasons."

Imogen pursed her lips in a bitter line. Although she appeared calm, she was heartbroken.

Her heart ached.

So, he really had lied to her.

Imogen felt so hurt that she almost cried, but she still tried to maintain her composure. She forced a stiff smile and said politely, "It's okay. If marrying me was a moment of impulse, I can understand. After all, it was quite sudden when I proposed we register for marriage. Let's just end it here." 

Jasper felt even more unhappy. He reached out to hold her hand and asked, "What do you mean by ending it here?"Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Let's get a divorce," Imogen said as she tried to sound calm despite her sorrow.

Jasper felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been scalded by molten lava. He was so in pain that he struggled to breathe.

He nervously said with his trembling voice, "Imogen, we don't have to get divorced. I was wrong to deceive you, but my feelings for you are genuine. Does my identity really matter that much?" 

Imogen looked at him in confusion. She asked, "Your feelings are genuine? Then who was that woman?"

Jasper asked, "What woman?"

Imogen wore a bitter smile and said, "The woman that made you keep your virginity. She's a tall, slim, beautiful woman. The one you held hands with to shop today."

Jasper immediately understood. He nervously asked, "You want a divorce because you think I have another woman?"

Imogen replied, "Isn't that the case? We've been married for over a month, yet we still sleep in separate rooms. You don't even try to touch me. It's like we're just roommates."

Jasper took a deep breath to calm himself down. Holding Imogen's hand gently, he explained, "The woman I was with today is my cousin, Candice Morrison. I can ask her to come and explain everything to you." 

Imogen slowly withdrew her hand and placed it on her lap. She asked, "Then why don't you want to be intimate with me?"