The Wrong Woman

Jasper ended the call and returned to sit beside Imogen. Letting out a soft sigh, he glanced at her expression.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

She seemed unconcerned.

Jasper didn't dwell on it. After all, it was simply a business matter.

He briefly explained, "We have a new artist who recently signed with the company. She's struggling with depression and is quite emotionally unstable."

Imogen was aware of Star Enterprise's subsidiary in film and television.

Nevertheless, she hadn't anticipated an artist under their management becoming involved with Jasper, the prominent CEO.

Imogen playfully teased, "You must be quite the busy CEO, managing Star Enterprise with its vast reach across multiple industries. It seems like you're a master multitasker, keeping an eye on every single employee!"

Jasper furrowed his brow, gazing at Imogen for a moment before catching the undertone in her words. "Imogen, I sense a hint of sarcasm in your comment."

Imogen pursed her lips, forcing a strained smile as she gazed up at the stars.

She recognized her passive-aggressive behavior. However, wasn't it often the case for women influenced by jealousy to act in this manner?

Ultimately, Imogen preferred Jasper to perceive her as cryptic rather than revealing her jealousy.

Imogen stood up quietly, her demeanor subdued. "We should head back."

"But we've only just arrived. Why the rush?" Jasper questioned.

"There's nothing interesting here. Let's go," Imogen insisted, walking briskly ahead.

Jasper felt a pang of regret for not lingering longer to fully appreciate the night view.

During their walk back, Imogen remained notably silent.

When they reached home, she bid Jasper a curt "goodnight" before retiring to her room.

The next morning came swiftly.

The house was quiet, devoid of any guests.

During breakfast, the family gathered around the table, sharing laughs and conversation.

Meanwhile, Jasper appeared tense and uncertain.

After a moment of reflection, Imogen realized that avoiding the issue wouldn’t solve anything. After all, Jasper was wealthy—maybe Carol would approve of him.

Summoning her courage, Imogen spoke up, "Grandma, Dad, Mom, there’s something I need to discuss with you."

All eyes turned toward Imogen.

Jasper also became serious, speaking earnestly. "Mom, Dad, Grandma, actually, I—"

Before Jasper could finish his sentence, Imogen abruptly cut in, blurting out, "I’ve been deceiving you all."

Everyone was taken aback.

Jasper, too, was caught off guard, staring at Imogen with a puzzled expression. Her words were not what he expected.

Imogen was determined to take full responsibility for the situation. After all, she was Gregory and Carol’s beloved daughter, and they would likely be more forgiving of her mistakes.

On the other hand, any missteps by Jasper could easily strain their relationship.

Setting down her utensils, Imogen spoke with remorse, "I didn’t marry the man Aunt Eloise introduced me to. His name isn’t Asher; it’s Jasper. He’s General Morrison’s son and my classmate from middle school." 

Gregory and Carol were stunned, their eyes meeting in silent surprise.

Pippa Glaston was equally stunned. Her utensils slipped from her trembling hands, clattering loudly as they hit the floor. She exclaimed in a panic, "What? He’s General Morrison’s son?" 

Imogen nodded quietly.

Pippa’s hands continued to tremble. "Is... Is he the General Morrison who manufactures defense weapons?"

Imogen nodded nervously.

Carol was also taken aback, quickly grasping Imogen’s hand. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Imogen, please don’t joke like this. Such surprises are too much for us!"

Gregory nervously shifted his gaze between Jasper and Imogen, too apprehensive to speak.

Suddenly, Jasper interjected hastily, "Mom, Dad, I’m truly sorry for not telling you sooner. It’s my fault. I kept—"

Imogen cut in once more, confessing, "I’m the one who stopped Jasper from revealing his true identity. I was afraid you would think I was marrying above my station and wouldn’t approve of our union."