Surrounded by a steady stream of compliments and admiration, Zoey gradually lost touch with her true self.…In the evening, at the end of the workday, Jasper left the office early as usual. He sat in his car, quietly watching the entrance of Star Enterprise, waiting for Imogen to emerge. Time ticked by slowly. Most employees departed, but Imogen had yet to appear.Jasper's patience dwindled. He swung open the car door and strode into the office building. Suddenly, someone blocked his path. His face tightened as he examined the person blocking him."Good evening, Mr. Morrison," Zoey greeted with a delicate and charming posture, her face illuminated by a warm smile, her eyes reflecting deep affection. Jasper's expression stayed impassive as hummed in acknowledgment."Mr. Morrison, I'm truly sorry about all the gossip today. I have no idea who started it," Zoey murmured shyly."What gossip?" Jasper looked confused."You haven't heard?" Zoey seemed surprised."No, what's happe
Imogen froze, her face drained of color. In that instant, one thought consumed her entirely. She realized that consequences always circle back. She grappled with the fear of imprisonment, unsure about her next steps.She hadn't managed to divorce yet. Would being Nathan's daughter-in-law disgrace the Morrisons if she ended up behind bars? Tears welled up, but she fought them back as she was led away, feeling utterly lost.…Meanwhile, Jasper hosted a dinner for Zoey and her parents, Marcel Layton and Rosalind Pearson. The Laytons were overjoyed in the restaurant.Upon learning Jasper's identity, Marcel and Rosalind had dressed impeccably for the occasion. Their smiles widened with each passing moment, sensing that Zoey's worth was about to skyrocket.Jasper regarded the couple before him—one a former government official, the other a retired judge. Their status was seen as a powerful symbol of authority, especially among families like the Kingsleys.Despite enduring mistreatment,
Zoey, Marcel, and Rosalind looked visibly frightened.Jasper gave a slight smile. "I'm Imogen's husband. Yes, the very Imogen Kingsley you all are familiar with."The three seemed unsettled."It seems you called us here today for this?" Marcel asked.Zoey's disbelief morphed into anger. "You interviewed and allowed me into the PR department intentionally?"A smile spread across Jasper's face. "Exactly. That was the only way for me to gather evidence of your impersonation of my wife. "You've been using Imogen's identity, taking her degree, and continuing to work under her name and credentials. Those offenses alone are grounds for imprisonment."Fear gripped Zoey, her eyes nervously darting toward her parents."Mr. Morrison, let's handle this rationally. It's been years, and there's no reason for further conflict. Besides, we've helped the Kingsleys through their troubles by providing a substantial sum," Marcel said calmly.Jasper smirked. He pulled out his phone and sent a mes
Imogen kept her focus on Mila as she spoke, quietly impressed to see that not all chemists fit the stereotypical image of being bald. Some were mature, attractive, and charming women like Mila."Later, more discrepancies emerged in the subsequent data. We had hoped our colleague would publicly rectify and address the flaws, but he struggled to manage it."Upon further questioning, he eventually confessed that the earlier data had been patched up by a part-time worker named Imogen Kingsley," Mila clarified.Imogen nervously addressed Mila, Terry, and the senior officials from the space agency. "I understand I made a mistake. Please, don't report me! I'll return the money. I'm ready to draft a statement or sign an agreement—whatever is necessary. I promise to keep all previous data confidential!""You've misunderstood, Imogen. We're not looking to send you to prison. We simply need your help in identifying the issue with this data," Mila said calmly.Imogen was stunned, glancing fir
Once they got in the car, the driver immediately started the engine and drove off.In frustration, Imogen leaned against the window, putting some distance between herself and Jasper. "Jasper, why do you have to put me on the spot?" Jasper closed his eyes and reclined against the seat, feigning sleep. "Putting you on the spot?" "Isn't it obvious? I don't want to be in the same space as you. I—" "Imogen," Jasper interrupted, "You can hate me, be angry with me, or even hit me. But you cannot divorce me." Imogen, still fuming, retorted, "This marriage is a sham. It was never valid!" "A sham?" Jasper chuckled bitterly, slowly opening his eyes and turning to look at her, his gaze deep and mesmerizing. "Do you think anyone would believe that?" he uttered. Imogen was rendered speechless by his question. She had heard of people marrying for money or appearances, but she had never heard of a wealthy man deceiving someone as poor as herself into marriage. "I-I..." she stammered,
Imogen found herself completely lost in Jasper's deep, commanding kiss, unable to pull away. She didn't know when she had started to give in, but his kiss made her lose control and her body responded in ways she couldn't comprehend. His dominant presence left her weak. She melted in his arms. Under the intensity of his kiss, she felt light-headed, her mind going blank. Jasper's lips and tongue were tantalizing, while his strong chest felt warm against her. His body radiated heat. Imogen's legs grew weak, and before she knew it, he had guided her out of the kitchen. Their bedroom was upstairs, but fearing she might regain her senses and push him away, Jasper pressed her onto the living room couch instead. Disoriented by his kisses, Imogen's breathing became erratic, and her body grew uncomfortably warm. Jasper's hands roamed freely, heightening the heated, intimate atmosphere. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create a romantic, shadowy a
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, P
After work, Jasper returned home to find a note on the fridge, alongside gifts on the cabinet and the black card he had given to Imogen earlier. Feeling irritated, he loosened his tie, shed his coat, and threw it onto the bed. Sitting on the edge, he leaned forward with his hands cradling his forehead. He closed his eyes, his breaths deepening with each passing moment. Today, she returned the gifts and the bank card. Tomorrow, it could very well be divorce papers. The more Jasper dwelled on it, the heavier his heart grew. After a moment of contemplation, he left his room and approached Imogen's door. His knocks met with silence. Knowing she was inside, he spoke softly, "Imogen, can we talk?" Still, there was no response. He called out again, "Imogen..." A soft voice from within replied, "I'm going to sleep." Checking the time, Jasper realized it was still early. He lingered at the door for a while before reluctantly returning to his room. He showered and changed int