The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1053

Mila nodded. "Yes."

With Mila's confirmation, Imogen informed Jasper, "I'm at Sudvilla, at Professor Winkler's place."

Jasper asked, "Professor Winkler? Is it Mila Winkler?"

Surprised, Imogen questioned, "You know her?"

"Imogen, wait for me. I'm on my way," Jasper urgently instructed.

Bewildered by his sudden urgency, Imogen hung up the phone in confusion.

"Is that your husband?" Mila gently inquired.

"Yes." Imogen nodded.

"I heard you met through a blind date and had a whirlwind marriage?"

Imogen hummed a response and nodded again.

"How's your relationship?" Mila probed.

"We weren't close before. After the whirlwind marriage, we started getting to know each other and our feelings were gradually warming up. "But I don't wish to continue anymore. I want a divorce..." Imogen's voice trailed off, her emotions sinking.

Mila was taken aback by her revelation and asked empathetically, "Why? You've just gotten married. Why do you want a divorce already?" Imogen pressed her lips bitterly, weighing her thoughts.

Feeling Mila was a trustworthy confidante, she confessed, "My dad is disabled, and my mom is a housekeeper. We're not even middle-class. "He's from a prestigious background, with affluent parents in high positions. He's also a CEO of a corporation. We're just not a match."

Mila felt sorry for her plight. She understood the burden of social expectations and sympathized with Imogen's feelings of helplessness and self- doubt.

"Imogen, if your husband isn't bothered by these concerns, his parents' objections shouldn't matter much. After all, it's you two who have to walk this path together."

"I haven't even met his parents."

"Why not?" Mila was surprised.

Imogen smiled bitterly and shook her head, indicating her uncertainty. Then she continued, "Probably because of my background. He's hesitant to introduce me to his parents."

Mila nodded in understanding, reflecting."He loves you. He's probably afraid they would break you two apart if they knew."

"I don't know what he's thinking. Our backgrounds are so different. Marriages fueled only by passion don't last long.

"Eventually, we'll divorce. It's better to end it now while our feelings aren't deep, to avoid greater pain later," she concluded with a sigh.

Mila nodded in agreement with Imogen's sentiments, respecting her decision.

Then, with a mix of jest and

sincerity, Mila remarked, "Imogen we don't have social barriers or

class biases in our family. If you do decide to divorce, you might consider meeting my son."

Embarrassed by the premature matchmaking suggestion before finalizing her divorce, Imogen awkwardly smiled and replied, "No, Professor Winkler, that wouldn't be appropriate."

Mila persisted, "It's appropriate as long as you young people hit it off."

Outside, the rumble of a car engine and the subsequent ring of the doorbell interrupted their conversation.

A maid hurried to open the door, respectfully greeting, "Good evening, Mr. Jasper."

The hurried footsteps echoed.

Surprised, Mila stood up, asking, "What's going on? Why has my son suddenly arrived?"

Imogen turned curiously toward the door.

Jasper burst into the living room, breathless and visibly anxious. He glanced nervously between Mila and Imogen. Perplexed, Imogen wondered aloud, "Why did the maid at Professor Winkler's house address him as Mr. Jasper?" A brief silence filled the room.

Mila's puzzlement was palpable at Jasper's urgency.

Just then, Nathan finished freshening up and came downstairs in casual his home attire.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"Jasper's back?" Nathan broke the silence.

Jasper turned toward the stairs, and after composing himself, he greeted politely, "Mom, Dad." Imogen sat there frozen, utterly stunned.