The Wrong Woman

Imogen's question left Jasper stunned.

He hadn't expected her to be so straightforward, even though her face was flushed red. Her gaze remained steady, and she quietly looked into his eyes as she urgently sought an answer.

Jasper felt his mouth go dry, so he picked up the glass on the table and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. He couldn't help but look away to avoid her gaze.

Imogen continued to ask, "Do you have feelings for someone else, or is there something you can't tell me?"

Feeling nervous, Jasper blurted out, "No, there's no other woman."

Imogen let out a sigh of relief, feeling slightly reassured. She slowly said, "So, there's something you can't tell me?"

Jasper pondered for a moment, torn about whether he should be honest now. From Imogen's casual mention of divorce, it seemed he wasn't that important to her.

"Imogen, if I lied to you, what would you do?" Jasper asked cautiously.

Imogen's calmed heart immediately sank. She stared at him in shock.

So, he had lied to her?

Was he really gay, and she had unknowingly become his beard?

Her expression darkened as she felt even more furious.

Seeing this, Jasper quickly tried to salvage the situation. He said, "I mean, what if."

As Imogen looked down at the spread of food on the table, her appetite was gone.

In a serious tone, she said as she suppressed her anger, "If you lied to me about this, I won't forgive you. We can't continue as a married couple."From NôvelDrama.Org.

Jasper felt a deep sense of loss, slowly clenching his fists as he sadly gazed at her indifferent expression.

"I'm not hungry. You can eat by yourself."

With that, Imogen left the table and headed to her room.

As Jasper leaned back in his chair, he felt lonely. Staring at the food, he felt his heart starting to suffocate.

That night, Imogen didn't leave her room. She couldn't sleep because she was troubled by the possibility that Jasper was hiding something about his sexual orientation. 

Despite his explanation, his guilty demeanor showed that he was lying to her. She didn't expose him, but that didn't mean he could hide the truth. 

When she thought about it, she couldn't help but shed tears. Despite their short time together, she had developed feelings for him.

The next morning, her alarm woke her up. Groggy, she got ready, dressing simply and preparing to look for a job.

As she left her room, she saw Jasper placing breakfast on the table.

Jasper gently said, "Good morning, Imogen. Come have breakfast."

Imogen replied indifferently, "No, thanks."

After that, she walked toward the door.

For the first time since their marriage, she treated him with cold indifference.

Jasper couldn't stand it, so he quickly walked over to grab her arm and pull her back.

Imogen stumbled back against the wall, looking up at him in surprise.

His breath was heavy, and his gaze intense. He leaned on the wall with one hand, looking down at her pretty face. His voice was hoarse as he murmured, "Imogen, don't do this to me." 

Hearing the sadness in his voice, she felt sad too. She said in a slightly gentle tone, "Let's both calm down."

"Are you still thinking about divorce?"

Imogen found his question ridiculous. If he was gay and had deceived her into marriage, shouldn't she want a divorce?

Imogen replied, "I can't accept that you lied to me."

Jasper lowered his head and sighed deeply. He asked, "Is lying really that serious?"

"Yes, it's very serious," Imogen replied with a nod.