The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1043

Imogen read Jasper's message and angrily slammed her phone onto the bed. "Jasper, you bastard! Do you think having money, power, and influence makes you so great? All you do is bully me!"

She didn't bother to reply to his messages.

After a night's rest, Imogen woke up the next morning feeling much better. She got ready quickly and left for work early. By the time Jasper woke up, she was already gone.

Imogen had taken the day off to return to the space agency and continue her work. She met several distinguished professors who admired her talent but regretted that her lack of formal education prevented her from joining the agency.

During lunch, Imogen went to the cafeteria with a few professors.

Being young and attractive, she was well-liked. Mila, in particular, took a special interest in her.

"Imogen, how old are you?" she asked.

"I'm 27," Imogen replied.

Mila looked surprised. "Wow, you look so young. You're the same age as my son."

"How many children do you have, Professor Winkler?" Imogen asked.

"Just one, my only son," Mila smiled.

Imogen hummed in response while eating.

The others started teasing. "Professor Winkler, are you trying to set Imogen up with your son?"

Mila laughed awkwardly. "No, no. My son isn't a good match for someone like Imogen."

"Are you sure you're not saying the opposite?" another professor teased.

Imogen felt exceptionally awkward, so she could only force a smile.

Mila quickly explained, "I mean it. Of course, I hope my son can marry a good girl like Imogen, but he..."

Mila sighed helplessly when she thought of Jasper's sexual orientation.

For 27 years, he had shown no interest in women. It was either a problem with his sexual orientation or his sexual function. Either way, he wasn't suitable for Imogen.

Feeling the awkwardness in Imogen, Mila quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Imogen. I didn't mean any harm. Please don't take it personally."

Imogen smiled back. "It's okay, Professor Winkler."

Mila smiled in response and continued with her meal.

The conversation carried on, with another professor inquiring, "Imogen, do you have a boyfriend?"

Imogen hesitated, and thoughts of Jasper clouded her mind. Her mood darkened, but she couldn't deny the truth.

"I'm married," she replied.

Mila appeared slightly disappointed.

Imogen met her gaze and offered a shy smile before returning to her meal.

Mila sighed inwardly. Every time she

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heard of someone Jasper's age

marrying, it frustrated her. She silently cursed Jasper for his apparent ineptitude.

If he wasn't interested in women, finding a man would suffice. At least he should be in a relationship. The more he avoided both, the more Mila worried about his well-being. Her anxiety about his marriage prospects grew, prompting her desire for him to marry sooner.

"Where's your husband from?" someone else asked.

"From Phoenicia," Imogen replied.

"What does he do?"

"He owns his own company."

"That's impressive, being a business owner."

Imogen gave a bitter smile, not wanting to prolong the discussion.

Whether he was impressive or not didn't matter. She needed to divorce him before his parents discovered her true identity. She wanted to avoid suppression, eviction, or being targeted.

After completing her work, Imogen visited her parents' house to collect the gifts Jasper had sent.

Back home, she placed all the items in Jasper's room and left a note on the fridge door.

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