The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1057

Imogen lapsed into a brief silence before she asked, "Do you really believe family background isn't important for marriage?"

Jasper affirmed confidently, "Yes."

"You truly live a different world," commented Imogen with a helpless smile.

"It's you who cares too much about it."

"I can't help it."

"Imogen, I don't want to argue. Can we avoid talking about families?"

Imogen pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly, her emotions unsettled. After a moment of silence, she continued, "If not families, then let's discuss our social circles."

Jasper remained quiet, grasping her intentions but hesitant to proceed. He knew such discussions often led to discord.

Imogen pressed on, "I could never fit into your social circle. I know nothing about fashion, economics, or your lifestyle. The world your friends perceive is different from mine. I've never left Phoenicia all my life, while you've explored the world and accumulated so much knowledge." Imogen lowered her head, her voice subdued as she said, "My circle of friends would be even more unfamiliar to you. We might watch a late-night movie to save a few bucks, enjoy greasy street food by the roadside, and laugh loudly and freely.

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After her words, the atmosphere in the car grew heavy, the air stifling, lingering until they reached home.

Jasper turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. He didn't step out but instead quietly gazed ahead.

Imogen followed suit, unbuckling her

seatbelt. Just as she was about to

exit, Jasper suddenly spoke, his voice was gentle, tinged with sadness, "I recognized you from the moment I first saw you. Before you even introduced yourself, I knew you were Imogen Kingsley."

Imogen's hand hovered over the door handle, frozen in place as she kept her back turned to Jasper.

Jasper spoke gently, "It's not because you look the same as you did in middle school. Honestly, you've changed a lot. You're completely different from the youthful and naïve you back then.

"The reason I could recognize you is

because all these years, I've never forgotten you. I've had a hidden

account furking on many of you

socialmedia. Every post, every selfie of yours, I've watched them over and over again."

He continued, "My mom is anxious about my marriage, not because I'm getting older, but because my family thinks there's something wrong with my mind and body.

"But they don't know that since middle school, I've had a secret crush on someone. For over a decade, I haven't been able to forget her, and no one else has caught my eye.

"I've never been an impulsive person.

Keeping my identity hidden and marrying you suddenly-that's the most impulsive thing I've ever done in my life, but also something I would never regret.

"There are some things we can't change our families, our upbringing, even our social circles.

"If, because of these reasons, you want to divorce me, I won't agree."

Jasper's voice grew increasingly sorrowful, trembling slightly. "Unless... unless you don't have feelings for me at all. Unless being with me is painful for you, I..."

Imogen slowly clenched her fist, leaning into her seat, her head bowed in silence.

Jasper's voice cracked hoarsely, filled with emotion. "I-I don't want to see you suffer. If you insist on leaving, then I'll agree to divorce."

Listening to his heartfelt confession, Imogen felt waves of pain tugging at her heart. She was moved, yet a profound sadness crept in, mingling with both happiness and uncertainty.