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Chapter 981

Carol was utterly taken aback, her tears suddenly ceasing. "He's your husband?" she exclaimed. The man's striking good looks were undeniable. His extraordinary appearance and charisma made him stand out in a crowd. It was almost surreal to think he was Imogen's husband. Gregory, too, was momentarily stunned, and his surprise evident in his expression. Quickly composing himself, he said, "Ash, please come in and have a seat."

"Thank you," Jasper replied, placing his suitcase down before settling into a chair. As he took in the shabby interior of the house, a sense of unease crept over him.

With a swift effort to regain her composure, Carol brushed away her tears and hurried off to brew some coffee. As Jasper settled into his seat, Gregory's scrutiny intensified, his gaze holding a mysterious depth.

Jasper's palms grew clammy, his back stiffening as he felt the weight of Gregory's stare. His eyes flitted around nervously, unable to settle on a reassuring focal point.

Under Gregory's intense gaze, Jasper found himself at a loss for suitable conversation topics. Meeting Imogen's parents for the first time proved to be far more daunting than Jasper had imagined.

Suddenly, Gregory exclaimed, "Ash, my boy! You remind me of an old supervisor I had. He was quite remarkable, always radiating confidence." Jasper's hands grew restless, his nerves intensifying. Was Gregory onto him?

Politely, Jasper asked, "Dad, where did you work before?"

With a solemn sigh, Gregory waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, that's all in the past now. Let's not dwell on it," he muttered.

Imogen delicately accepted the coffee Carol had prepared and approached Jasper, offering it to him.

Taking it with both hands, Jasper expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you."

Imogen's smile softened as she said, "My father is a retired soldier. He was a veteran who served at the border and was honorably discharged due to an injury."

Jasper feigned surprise, replying, "Oh, I had no idea!"

But unbeknownst to them, Jasper had long been aware of this information. Nevertheless, he felt compelled to keep up the facade.

Soon, Imogen settled beside Jasper. Prompted by Gregory, she leaned closer, her eyes examining Jasper with curiosity.

Feeling the weight of her gaze, Jasper tensed inexplicably. He reached for his glass of water, using it to momentarily divert the attention away from him.

Imogen couldn't resist asking, "Dad, who does he remind you of?"

"General Thornton," Gregory replied.

Upon hearing this, Jasper suddenly choked, narrowly avoiding a coughing fit. Imogen promptly handed him a tissue. "Be careful with your water," she advised.

At that moment, Carol arrived with a platter of freshly cut fruits, her face now glowing with a smile that contrasted sharply with the tension from the recent ordeal.

"Here you are, Ash. Help yourself to some fruit," she offered.

"Thank you."

As he laid eyes on the fruit, Jasper's memory was jogged, reminding him of the presents he had brought. He swiftly made his way to his suitcase, unzipping it to reveal three

meticulously prepared gifts.

"Well, since this is our first meeting, I've brought a little something for each of you. Please, Mom, Dad, and Imogen accept these gifts with my warmest regards," Jasper expressed.

With that, he approached them, extending the presents. The trio couldn't help but exchange surprised glances as they admired the elegantly wrapped packages.

With a bright smile, Carol eagerly unwrapped her gift. "You've brought presents as well? Ash, you're incredibly thoughtful. Thank you!" Imogen's eyes sparkled with delight. "I can't believe I received one too!"

Meanwhile, Gregory's lips instinctively curved into a smile, unable to conceal his pleasure. "Thank you, Ash. But honestly, we're all family now. There's no need for such generosity."

As they unraveled the gifts, astonishment painted their faces.

Their eyes widened in shock as they stole glances at each other's gifts, then back at their own, struggling to comprehend the reality of the items before them.

Gregory's gift was a Rolex watch, elegantly embellished with a gold border Meanwhile, Carol's present was a breathtaking set of ruby jewelry, each piece meticulously crafted and radiating beauty.

On the other hand, Imogen's gift consisted of a dazzling array of diamond accessories-rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and a headpiece.

A profound silence settled over

them, with none of them daring to

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break it with words. Was there a chance that these gifts were counterfeit? But what would be the estimated value of these items if they were confirmed to be genuine?

With anticipation bubbling, Jasper observed their reactions intently.

These gifts had been carefully curated through discreet consultations with a few married women in his office, striving for the utmost thoughtfulness in each selection.

However, Jasper couldn't help but wonder if the trio's stunned silence indicated their disapproval.

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Imogen and her parents exchanged glances before their faces lit up with genuine smiles of appreciation.

"Thank you. I absolutely love it," Carol said sincerely.

"We're a bit worried about the cost. You really didn't need to," Gregory added, acknowledging Jasper's generosity.

"I'm genuinely thrilled with mine as well," Imogen chimed in with a gentle smile, seeking to reassure Jasper.

After all, everyone understood his family's financial hardships. With his father battling cancer and his mother's passing, making a living in Phoenicia was a challenge.

Imogen couldn't shake the memory of how Jasper had emptied his wallet and given her all the cash he had during their last encounter. Even if his gifts turned out to be counterfeit, they still represented his sincere sentiments.

Handing her ruby jewelry to Carol, Imogen suggested, "You two go ahead and catch up. I'll prepare dinner."

Jasper quickly stood up, eager to offer his help. However, his words got stuck in his throat, rendering him momentarily speechless.

After all, he was clueless about cooking. He knew he'd be completely out of place as soon as he entered the kitchen.

Carol swiftly grasped Jasper's arm, insisting that he remain seated. "Ash, you stay here and talk with Dad. Imogen and I will take care of the cooking." Feeling embarrassed, Jasper complied and returned to his seat, pouring Gregory more coffee and striking up a conversation with him.

Gregory proceeded to barrage Jasper with a series of inquiries about his job at the car dealership, delving into details such as income, working hours, and future aspirations.

Fortunately, Jasper had prepared himself well and adeptly handled every question thrown his way. Despite this, a pang of guilt accompanied his responses.

Internally, he wrestled with the truth that he had assumed another man's identity and misled Imogen into marrying him. He felt the weight of his wrongdoing.

Had he not committed this deception, perhaps the real Asher would be the one sitting there, sipping coffee with Gregory. Imogen's husband would be a different man altogether.

After chatting for a while, Gregory once again observed Jasper closely before commenting, "Ash, have you ever considered how peculiar fate can be?"

"What do you mean?"

"You truly do bear a remarkable resemblance to a young general from our country in his prime-tall, remarkably handsome, and with a noble and righteous demeanor. Your mannerisms especially are uncanny," Gregory mused.

Jasper offered Gregory a sheepish smile. "With billions of people worldwide, it's not uncommon to encounter doppelgängers."

"That's true," Gregory concurred, taking a sip of his coffee. "Once upon a time, I diligently served on the border, contributing to our nation's defense.

"I even had the honor of working under General Morrison for a while. But it was a shame my rank was too low. I never had the opportunity to exchange words with him."

Jasper whispered, "You never know. Perhaps you'll get the chance someday."

Gregory couldn't help but chuckle

ruefully. "Well, it seems even more improbable now. After all, he's a high-ranking general from Norvania, and I'm just a disabled veteran Meeting him again is beyond unlikely."

Jasper sighed deeply in response, remaining silent.

Gregory shared, "While stationed at the border, Carol and Imogen often joined me on troop assignments.

"Imogen attended junior high there and grew into quite the charmer. She garnered significant popularity, attracting the admiration of many boys." Jasper felt his embarrassment intensify as he awaited Gregory's next words, his cheeks betraying a hint of redness.

With a touch of pride, Gregory

continued, "I her first year of junior high, there was a boy from the

neighboring class who sent hermet

love letter. She tore it up right i front of him and casually tossed it into the trash."

Upon hearing Gregory's words, Jasper's smile became strained, his unease growing palpable. "Any clue who that lad might've been?" Jasper asked.

Gregory shook his head.

Jasper pondered silently, "Who else could it have been but Nathan Morrison's son?"

Unbeknownst to Gregory, it was Jasper who had repeatedly sent Imogen heartfelt letters, only to be met with disappointment each time. Each letter was mercilessly torn to shreds.

The first one found its place in the trash, the second was angrily crumpled and hurled back at him, and the third, though delivered, arrived too late. Imogen had already changed schools.

At that time, Imogen was merely a freshman in high school. Despite more than ten years having gone by, Jasper still initially mistook Imogen for someone else when he first laid eyes on her again.

Meanwhile, Imogen remained completely unaware of Jasper's existence. Even though he had sent her three love letters in the past, she had never spared him a second thought.

Suddenly, Gregory's hands met in a proud clap. "Ah, I recall now! That young man was none other than General Morrison's son!"

Pointing toward the kitchen, he continued, "Imogen had her one chance to alter her destiny. Unfortunately, she let it slip away." Jasper's expression turned solemn as he awkwardly forced a smile.

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Jasper found himself caught between amusement and frustration.

Noticing Jasper's discomfort, Gregory quickly caught on and hastily clarified, "Ash, don't worry about it. I was just teasing you.

"Besides, Imogen was just a young girl back then and was entirely engrossed in her studies. Romance was the last thing on her mind. Let's just consider it a bit of good-natured banter."

"I understand," Jasper replied with a polite smile.

As Gregory poured more coffee for Jasper, the latter accepted it graciously, cradling the cup with both hands. "Thank you."

"Keep in mind, Ash, you're the man Aunt Eloise believes is the perfect match for Imogen, and our entire family puts faith in her judgment.

"We're not seeking wealth or status. All we ask is that you treat Imogen with care and that you both support each other in marriage."

"I understand, Dad." Upon hearing Gregory's elevated expectations and effusive praise for the fictitious Asher, Jasper felt his heart sink deeper into a hollow ache.

Similarly, Imogen's abrupt proposal to marry a man she had only just met left her feeling completely stunned and bewildered. Unbeknownst to her, the mere notion of her request had initially startled Jasper.

Considering the potential repercussions, Jasper understood that disclosing his true identity to Imogen would probably lead to her immediate departure, rushing straight into marriage with the genuine Asher. Consequently, Jasper would be left alone to bear the burden of his deception.

But given the chance to begin afresh, Jasper was sure he would still opt for the same path.

Delving into his thoughts, Jasper understood that encountering Imogen again was a twist of fate, woven through the ages.

However, learning that she was actively searching for a life partner and on the verge of marriage left him profoundly unsettled.

Before long, dinner was served, and everyone gathered around the table. It was a modest, homemade meal, comprising four main dishes and a dessert.

As they gathered, toasts were made in celebration of the newlyweds, accompanied by heartfelt blessings and well-wishes. Despite the warmth of the occasion, Jasper ate sparingly, his appetite subdued.

Following dinner, Imogen took Jasper's suitcase and rolled it into her room.

Jasper followed suit, stepping into a cramped space filled with belongings. A cluttered desk occupied one corner, stacked with books and a computer, while a wardrobe and a narrow bed left little room for movement.

"Is there no bathroom in this room?" Jasper asked, surprise evident on his face.

"No. I share a bathroom with the rest of my family. If you need to prepare for work, it's best to wake up early to avoid waiting."

With a soft exhale, Jasper absorbed the cramped and stifling atmosphere of the room. Nevertheless, he understood that he had chosen this course, and he was resolved to endure it.

"Where do I sleep?" he asked, scanning the room without spotting any suitable space for a bed.

Imogen furrowed her brow in confusion, gesturing toward her bed. "Right here! Are you seriously expecting us to sleep apart?"

Jasper was momentarily rendered speechless.

"Unfortunately, there aren't any spare rooms in my house. If you prefer not to share a bed, I can sleep in my parents' room. It's bigger, and I can even set up a makeshift bed on the floor," Imogen offered.

Jasper quickly interjected, "That's not what I meant."

Imogen waved off his concern with a light-hearted tone. "It's okay, I get it. We've just met, so sharing a bed might be a bit uncomfortable. But don't worry. I'm a pretty relaxed sleeper, and I won't do anything inappropriate. You can trust me on that."

Jasper couldn't suppress a mix of amusement and bewilderment at Imogen's laid-back and open-minded demeanor.

Meanwhile, Imogen began to unpack Jasper's suitcase. "Let me help you sort and arrange your clothes in the wardrobe."

"I can handle it myself," Jasper insisted.

"It's no hassle-" But before Imogen could finish her sentence, her words faltered. She was completely taken aback by what she saw in Jasper's suitcase.

Inside, his belongings were

meticulously arranged, displaying a

collection of suits, ties, shirts, and

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casual wear neatly folded and stacked. The sight exuded an air of sophistication, suggesting the considerable value of his wardrobe.

"Is it necessary to wear suits every day at the car dealership?" Imogen's curiosity piqued.

Jasper nodded. "Yes. I's a requirement."

As Imogen hung up his garments, she couldn't resist asking, "Your clothes seem to be of exceptional quality and style. Where did you buy them? Were they expensive?"

"Not at all."

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"I'd like to get a suit for my dad as well. He's never had the opportunity to wear one," Imogen said.

While hanging his clothes, Jasper's hand paused momentarily, suspended in the air. He stared at Imogen with disbelief, a wave of empathy flooding him as he comprehended the hardships she must have endured.

How many struggles had they faced to be devoid of such basic luxuries?

Upon seeing Jasper's puzzled expression, Imogen responded with a resigned sigh. "For people like us, chances to wear suits are few and far between. Even at formal events, being tidy and presentable usually does the trick."

"And what about your parents' wedding? Did they dress up for that?" Jasper inquired.

Imogen sighed softly at the memory. "Well, they were much like us. They had a simple ceremony at the courthouse, followed by a small family gathering."

Leaning against the wardrobe, Jasper's gaze softened as he regarded her. "Imogen, do you ever imagine having a wedding of your own?"

Imogen's response came swiftly, surprise evident in her widened eyes. "Oh, please don't think about it. Weddings are costly and exhausting affairs. I don't aspire to have one."

"Isn't it true that every woman dreams of having a wedding?" Jasper queried.

Imogen responded with a warm smile, whispering, "I don't need a wedding. If you start earning money, we should save it for our future. We should strive to buy our own house as soon as possible."

After a moment's pause, Jasper spoke gently, "Imogen, Dad was just reminiscing about your childhood... he—"

"Did he boast again about how I rejected that Norvanian general's son when I was little?" Imogen interjected. Jasper hesitated briefly, surprised by her straightforwardness.

Imogen released a soft sigh, her smile carrying a hint of resignation. "He always brings it up. Just take it as a humorous anecdote and don't dwell on it too much."

"What were you thinking at that time?" Jasper's hands tightened, betraying his nerves.

Imogen continued unloading his suitcase, nonchalantly commenting, "Honestly, I wasn't thinking much at all. It was just a random boy from the neighboring class whom I barely knew, sending me a childish love letter. It was quite amusing, really."

"If... if he were to pursue you now, would you entertain it?" Jasper inquired tentatively.

Imogen responded swiftly, "That's not possible."

"I mean hypothetically," Jasper clarified.

Without a moment's hesitation, Imogen firmly stated, "I would definitely reject him without any doubt."

Jasper's expression turned somber

as he fell silent, his gaze fixed on Imogen. Imogen couldn't help but feel perplexed by his sudden change in demeanor. Wasn't her response satisfactory?

It appeared that her new husband possessed a streak of jealousy. Even with what she believed to be the perfect answer, he still seemed dissatisfied. Well, he certainly wasn't easily pleased!

If it weren't for Gregory's persistent reminders, Imogen would have long forgotten about that minor incident. Afterall, she couldn't even recall the boy's name or appearance

All she knew was his family background. His father was a General in Norvania, his mother a renowned chemist, and his grandparents were among the wealthiest in the country.

Such a prodigy seemed like a distant star, completely out of reach for her. Even if there were a chance, Imogen understood her place well.

Just like mismatched pots and lids, some matches were simply not meant to be. She wouldn't indulge in foolish dreams of bridging the gap between two vastly different worlds.

Wary of straining their newlywed relationship, Imogen swiftly changed the topic. "But Ash, you're so handsome. Have you truly never been in a relationship? Not even once?"

Jasper turned to adjust the clothes in the wardrobe, his movements slightly assertive. With a blunt tone, he replied, "I have. Around 17 or 18 times." Imogen was surprised. "That many? But Aunt Eloise said you hadn't dated anyone. You-"

Jasper closed the wardrobe door with a decisive click before facing her, his demeanor tinged with pride. "What's this? Already having second thoughts about our marriage?"

Imogen quickly forced a smile, feeling somewhat exhausted by his demeanor. Why did he seem so entitled?

"Nope." Imogen grinned widely. "No regrets. Everyone has a past, right? 17 or 18 exes, it's... just part of life."

As she finished speaking, Imogen felt as if she had almost bitten through her tongue, a wave of frustration washing over her.

 

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Jasper countered, "And what about you? How many boyfriends have you had before?"

Imogen's reaction faltered slightly, a complexity flickering in her gaze. Swiftly, she lowered her head, her tone heavy as she replied, "None."

Jasper couldn't miss the despondency in Imogen's response. Sensing something amiss, he pressed on, "While you may not have dated, I'm sure you've had feelings for someone before, haven't you?"

Imogen offered a wry smile, arching an eyebrow at him. "Well, we've all had our companions, haven't we? No one betrayed anyone, so let's not dwell on the past, okay?"

Jasper sensed he had touched upon a sensitive subject; it was apparent that Imogen cherished someone deeply. However, constrained by circumstances, she settled for whoever came her way.

Reflecting on this, Jasper felt a twinge of unease. "Well, who was the one who initially brought up this topic?" he questioned.

"Sorry," Imogen apologized.

Nevertheless, Jasper persisted, unwilling to let the matter slide. "Were you infatuated with someone, or was it unrequited love?"

Imogen swiftly retrieved her pajamas from the wardrobe, evading his question. "I'll go take a shower now. You can finish tidying up on your own." Carrying her clothes, Imogen stepped out of the room. With a sigh escaping her lips, she closed the door, burdened by a heaviness in her heart. Suddenly, memories of Ethan Clark inundated her mind, evoking a familiar ache.

Growing up, Imogen and Ethan were inseparable, akin to two peas in a pod. Their bond transcended the boundaries of friendship, hinting at a love waiting to bloom.

Ethan had once whimsically proposed that if neither had found their soulmate by age 30, they should marry each other.

Imogen's former best friend was well aware of the underlying attraction between Imogen and Ethan, along with their pact to marry at 30.

Despite this knowledge, she shamelessly pursued a physical relationship with Ethan, resulting in an unplanned pregnancy and their rushed marriage this year. This betrayal deepened Imogen's sense of urgency to settle down.

In the quiet of the night, Imogen and Jasper laid on the modest bed, their bodies tense. Jasper felt acutely aware of each breath, his discomfort palpable in the confined space.

He stole a glance at Imogen lying beside him, his unease lingering despite the separation of their blankets. His heart fluttered erratically, his thoughts scattering like startled deer.

Imogen's profile captivated him. Her

beauty was enchanting, exuding a luminous and delicate charm that held Jasper's gaze. Despite being 27, she seemed as youthful as a 20-year-old, her skin radiant and flawless.

A tightness gripped Jasper's throat as he swallowed hard, discomfort prickling his spine. With a gentle shift, he turned to fully face Imogen, silentlycherishing her presence. As he admired her, his gaze burned with intensity.

In this unfamiliar place, Jasper struggled to find rest lying beside Imogen. After all, she was someone he had harbored feelings for over a decade ago. Throughout the night, his mind wrestled with thoughts, leaving him restless in the darkness.

Meanwhile, Imogen, carefree and nonchalant, slept soundly, her serene state contrasting sharply with Jasper's inner turmoil.

Nheless, she hadn't fully reconciled with her marriage and was still clinging to a subconscious denial.

As the first light of dawn filtered in, Imogen opened her eyes slowly, only to be greeted by the unexpected presence of a strikingly handsome stranger lying beside her.

Startled, she pulled back, a moment of panic gripping her before reality sunk in-she was now a wife. She belonged to someone.

Nheless, their union lacked the

foundation of love. It was a product of familial expectations and her desire to move on from Ethan. Thus, Imogen harbored no illusions or expectations for her husband. All she craved was a peaceful coexistence.

Getting up from the bed, Imogen proceeded with her morning routine. After changing into fresh clothes, she savored a hearty breakfast prepared by Carol.

With her belongings in hand, she eventually made her way out. Amidst the struggle of her online store, Imogen had to resort to selling her model blocks at a street market.

However, as she descended the stairs and stepped outside, she was suddenly greeted by a torrent of colored, filthy water.

In an instant, the icy deluge drenched her from head to toe, sending a shock of coldness coursing through her body. Frozen in disbelief, she shivered uncontrollably, her eyes widening as she stared at the two figures standing before her.

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It appeared that Thelma was the one responsible for splashing Imogen with dirty water.

With her face twisted in anger, Thelma viciously shouted, "Imogen, tell your mother that if she ever dares to bother my son again, I'll make you suffer. Let's see who can be more ruthless."

Suppressing her emotions, Imogen silently wiped the dirty water from her face.

Thelma and her husband, Henry Kingsley, had forcefully taken possession of their family homestead, but Imogen chose not to intervene.

Despite the ongoing conflicts between Imogen's parents and Thelma's family, she opted to stay out of the fray. Even as tensions between the two families escalated into legal battles, Imogen remained aloof.

Imogen was well aware of how these individuals preyed upon her family's vulnerabilities-her father's disability, her mother's limited education, and her own lack of academic qualifications, financial resources, and skills.

Despite enduring their constant bullying in the past, being directly drenched with dirty water was a step too far. Enough was enough.

Imogen's life seemed like a never ending series of calamities-her family's homestead had been pillaged, her educational opportunities were stolen, and even the man she loved was torn from her grasp.

Was she fated to endure such perpetual misfortune?

In a surge of fury, Imogen stormed toward Thelma, grabbing her forcefully by the hair and dragging her toward the nearby gutter.

"Ah! It hurts!" Thelma's cries echoed in the air. Believing Imogen to be an easy target, Thelma had dropped her guard, leaving herself vulnerable and unable to retaliate immediately.

Imogen's movements were swift and almost too fast to track. With a firm hold on Thelma's hair, Imogen propelled her into the murky waters of the shallow ditch nearby.

The foul odor from the stagnant water assaulted their senses, intensifying Thelma's outrage as she plunged into its depths.

Thelma's screams reverberated through the silent moming, attracting curious onlookers from neighboring houses.

As Thelma disappeared beneath the water's surface, she put on a facade of victimhood, crying out and pretending to be distressed to gain sympathy.

Amidst the commotion, accusatory glances and murmured conversations swirled around Imogen, casting her as the antagonist in this neighborhood drama.

Imogen gritted her teeth, her words aimed like daggers at Thelma. "The truth is undeniable you stole my family's homestead.

Though we may never reclaim what's been taken, a semblance of remorse is warranted. Do

not mistake my patience for weakness. Push me too far, and your entire family will know no peace."

Under the weight of Imogen's intensity, Thelma wilted.

Running her fingers through her damp locks, Imogen continued, "Maintaining virtue is crucial in life. Otherwise, karma will inevitably catch up with you."

As Imogen turned to leave, she discovered herself surrounded by neighbors and curious onlookers. Moving through the crowd, Imogen was met with sympathetic and concerned gazes.

Suddenly, her steps faltered as she came face to face with a couple, their hands intertwined.

The man exuded sophistication, his thoughtful gaze framed by glasses. Beside him stood a woman adorned in extravagant attire, her pregnancy evident. Clutching the man's hand, she fixed Imogen with a challenging and hostile stare,

Imogen froze, her gaze locked in a silent confrontation with theirs.

Standing before her were Ethan, the man she once adored, and her former confidante and best friend, Scarlett Ramirez. Worry etched Ethan's face, his caring gaze filled with concern.

Meanwhile, Scarlett's brow furrowed in confusion. "Imogen, what's happened? Why are you soaked?"

Imogen greeted them with a sheepish smile. 'Good morning, Ethan and Scarlett! I should probably head home to change my clothes."

As she passed them by, Ethan turned anxiously, reaching out. "Imo

But before he could continue, Scarlett promptly pulled him back, her voice lowered in a stem reminder, "Imo? Remember, you're a married man."

Ethan held himself back, his tone soft as he explained, "I just wanted to check on her as a friend."

Scarlett scoffed, her hand instinctively moving to her belly as she stared at him coldly. "Don't think I'm blind to your intentions, Ethan. Let me be clear-you're my husband now, so drop that idea."

Gritting his teeth, Ethan shrugged off Scarlett's hand. "This is absurd," he muttered under his breath. Without hesitation, he hurried after Imogen.

Furious, Scarlett clutched her stomach protectively, tears welling up as she paced back and forth. "Ethan, stop right there!" she exclaimed.

Disregarding his pregnant wife's pleas, Ethan chased after Imogen up the stairs of her old house, his breaths ragged as he called out, "Imogen!"

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As Imogen tumed, she noticed Ethan approaching with a tissue in hand, his steps eager.

With a gentle touch, he wiped the water from her face, his voice comforting. "You know you can always confide in me. We've been best friends for so long."

Grabbing the tissue from his hand, Imogen's tone soured. "How could you just leave your pregnant wife and come rushing over here? It's not only unfair. It's downright despicable."

"I was worried about you.' Ethan's voice quivered with concem. "If they bother you again, just tell me. I'll always be here to protect you. I'

'That won't be necessary." The voice that disrupted the silence wasn't Imogen's. It resonated from the man coming down the stairs.

With each elegant stride, Jasper descended. Imogen and Ethan both lifted their gazes.

Jasper was adomed in a flawlessly tailored black suit, exuding an aura of unmatched elegance and refinement.

Despite their previous interactions, Imogen couldn't help but find herself captivated by Jasper's presence.

Approaching Imogen, Jasper firmly clasped her damp shoulder as he drew her into his embrace. His demeanor dripped with arrogance, his eyes cold and unyielding.

'My wife is under my protection. There's no need for you to concem yourself," Jasper firmly declared.

Meanwhile, Imogen's heart raced as she found herself enveloped in Jasper's embrace. An inexplicable nervousness gripped her, causing her heart to flutter wildly.

Overwhelmed by the moment's intensity, her body stiffened with tension, hesitating to respond. Jasper's subtle, yet captivating, scent momentarily left her mind blank, ensnared by its allure.

Visibly surprised, Ethan shifted his gaze between Jasper and Imogen. "You're married?" he blurted out.

Imogen remained tense and disoriented in Jasper's embrace, struggling to process Ethan's words.

"Yes, we are," Jasper confirmed.

As his words tapered off, Ethan tenderly sifted his fingers through Imogen's damp hair, his tone laced with concern as he asked, "How did this happen?"

Feeling a bit uneasy, Imogen briskly withdrew from his touch. I'm alright. Are you on your way to work?

Watching this exchange, Ethan's expression darkened even more, his jaw tightening as he demanded, "Imogen, aren't you going to introduce us?"

Imogen hesitated for a moment before she spoke, This is-"

However, Jasper smoothly intervened before she could finish. "I'm Imogen's husband, Asher, he introduced himself, extending his hand.

Ethan reached out to shake it, his demeanor carrying a hint of superiority. "I'm Ethan Imogen's childhood friend."

After exchanging forced smiles, they released their handshake.

"What's your line of work?" Ethan inquired.

Jasper replied, "I'm in car sales."

"How much do you earn?"

"It varies based on performance."

"Do you own a house?"

'Not currently."

"Are you confident in providing for Imogen? Can you ensure her happiness? You-

At that moment, Imogen's voice sliced through the tension. "Ethan, are you finished? Will you start checking IDs now too?"

Ethan paused, his gaze meeting Imogen's. "I'm just trying to look out for your future," he responded.

Imogen's reply was terse. "If your concern is overflowing, perhaps it's time to redirect some of that attention to your pregnant wife." Upon sensing the shift in Imogen's tone, Jasper fell silent abruptly.

At that moment, Scarlett approached them, her eyes welling with unshed tears and her raw emotions on full display.

Glancing at the trio, she erupted in anger, her voice trembling. "Ethan, if your heart still belongs to Imogen, let's go to the hospital now and end this pregnancy. I don't want this child, and I can't endure this marriage any longer. I'll set you free to be with Imogen."

Ethan was taken aback by Scarlett's words, rushing to her side to offer comfort. "Please, darling, don't say things like that. The baby is innocent. And my relationship with Imogen isn't what you believe."

Scarlett's sudden outburst immediately pulled Imogen into the conflict, leaving her feeling utterly exasperated. Why did their marital discord always involve her?

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Imogen said irritably, "I'm really busy and don't have time to deal with your marital issues. Don't drag me into your relationship." After that, she strode upstairs to change her clothes.

Scarlett cried as she turned away to leave. She said, "If you don't want to live together anymore, then let's not. I don't even want the child."

Ethan was very anxious. He said to Jasper, "Imogen wouldn't just marry a stranger out of nowhere, so she must be doing this to get back at me." With that, he quickly chased after Scarlett.

Jasper was left speechless.

Back home, Imogen couldn't hold back her tears as she changed out her dirty clothes. No matter how tough or unfair life was, she had never complained or cried before.

She couldn't endure it anymore as it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Every time she saw Ethan and Scarlett, her heart ached all over again. She still couldn't let go.

Imogen wiped away her tears and changed into clean clothes. Then, she went downstairs and dragged a large box of products to sell at a street stall. She had the worst luck.

Not long after she set up, there was a city inspection, and all her goods were confiscated. She was left with a fine notice.

"To get your goods back, come to our office, write a guarantee, and pay the fine."

Her goods were worth over two thousand, but she needed to pay a one thousand dollar fine. If she took the goods back but couldn't sell them, they would just end up as unsold inventory.

Imogen stood in the middle of the street with the fine notice in her hand. She felt lost and didn't know what to do.

A breeze suddenly whooshed in, chilling her to the bone. Life was so hard!

She just wanted to save up 200 thousand to buy her father the best prosthetic leg. not the poor-quality one that didn't fit and made walking difficult, causing sores and infections. But for her family, 200 thousand was astronomical.

It seemed like fate had it in for her family. Whenever she saved a little money something would happen to drain her savings. Once it was gone, she had to start saving all over again.

The last time, she had managed to save 80 thousand. Then, Carol, exhausted from work, crashed her electric bike into someone’s new car.

All her savings went to paying for the damages because the other party didn’t have insurance.

Before that, Gregory tried to save money by picking mushrooms in the mountains. But then, he fell, broke his hand, and ended up in the hospital.

Imogen spent thousands on his treatment. When they got home and had the mushroom soup, the whole family got food poisoning and had to go back to the hospital.

Imogen sighed deeply. She crumpled the fine notice and tossed it into a trash can by the roadside. Forget the goods!

With her desolate silhouette, Imogen walked forward. In the bustling world, she was just another struggling person among the masses. She had to struggle to live.

From a distance, Jasper watched her leave from his car. He leaned back in his seat as he looked at her with a thoughtful look.

If he hadn’t met her again, he would never have known that Imogen was living such a hard life.

The girl who had won awards since elementary school, and who shone on various stages even in middle school, had lost her radiance.

...

In the evening, Imogen bought groceries and returned home. Gregory was preparing dinner when she arrived.

“Dad, where’s Mom?” Imogen asked as she changed her shoes.

Gregory replied, “Your mom took a job helping someone move today. They offered meals, so she hasn’t come back yet. We don’t have to wait for her for dinner.”

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Imogen walked into the kitchen and started preparing the vegetables. "Dad, let me do it. You can rest for a while."

"You've been working all day, so you must be tired. Let me cook. You can rest."

"I'm not tired," Imogen said as she guided Gregory out of the kitchen. She firmly said, "I'll do the cooking tonight."

Gregory had lost his legs, so he used to walk with his hands. A few years ago, he spent thousands on a prosthetic leg but was swindled with a poor-quality one. Now, standing too long caused him pain, and he walked with a limp.

"Alright then," Gregory replied with a contented smile.

Imogen busied herself in the kitchen while Gregory drank tea in the living room. Half an hour later, she made two plates of paella, a salmon omelet, and a bowl of Greek salad.

"Dad, dinner's ready."

Gregory walked over to sit down. He looked at the food on the table and then at Imogen.

Imogen sat down and used her cutlery to serve Gregory some food. She said, "Dad, let's eat." However, Gregory frowned. Imogen noticed his serious expression, so she asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Gregory resigned as he asked, "Imogen, have you forgotten something?"

Imogen was puzzled. She asked, "Forgotten what?"

After Gregory put down his cutlery, he sat upright. He said, "Think carefully."

"Did I forget to add salt?" With that, Imogen picked up a piece of vegetable. As she chewed it, she responded, "No, I didn't!"

Gregory reminded her, "Have you forgotten that you have a husband now?"

Imogen was stunned and froze in place. Right, she had completely forgotten. Actually, she didn't really remember that she was now married. Also. she was so used to cooking for just the two of them.

Imogen quickly put down her cutlery and asked, "I'll make another dish. How about some burritos?"

"Anything is fine. Make a few more. Your husband looks like he has a big appetite," Gregory advised.

Imogen busied herself in the kitchen again. She made six burritos. As she served the food, the door opened. Jasper walked in and changed his shoes.

When he saw Gregory, he said, "Dad, Imogen, I'm back."

"Just in time. Come have dinner," Gregory said with a smile.

Imogen set down the burritos and hurried to get another plate of paella for Jasper. After washing his hands in the bathroom, Jasper went to sit down at the dining table.

Looking at the food on the table, he was stunned. A plate of burritos, a bowl of Greek salad, and a salmon omelet. Although there was a variety of food, the portions were small.

Imogen felt a bit embarrassed because she and Gregory usually ate simply. She had forgotten that she got married yesterday.

Imogen said gently, “I didn’t buy much groceries today. We’ll make do for now. I’ll cook something better for you tomorrow.”

As Jasper picked up his cutlery, he said, “It’s fine. Eating light is good for the body, so there’s no need for you to make special dishes.”

“Do you usually get off work on time?” Imogen asked.

“Mostly. If I’m ever late, I’ll let you know in advance.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s eat, Dad,” Jasper invited.

Gregory replied, “Alright. Let’s eat.”

The three of them ate quietly, and there was an odd sense of unfamiliarity between Imogen and Jasper. Imogen treated him like a guest she didn’t know well.

After dinner, Gregory watched TV in the living room. Imogen went to clean her bedroom, wipe the table, and mop the floor.

Meanwhile, Jasper went to take a shower. After showering, he put his dirty clothes in the washing machine. When he returned to his room, he saw Imogen still cleaning.

He asked, “Can I help with anything?” He had never done housework before, so he didn’t know where to start.

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Imogen said, "No need. You work so hard, so you should relax when you get back from work. I can handle this myself."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jasper pondered for a moment. He said, "Imogen, let's talk."

Instead of stopping what she was doing, Imogen asked, "Talk about what?"

"Let's get to know each other better to ease the adjustment period after marriage." Imogen looked at him silently. Jasper said gently as he looked into her eyes, "We both have jobs, so we don't get much time together."

Imogen smiled faintly. She said, "Life is long. Are you afraid we won't get to know each other well enough?" Jasper asked, "What's your relationship with Ethan?" Imogen fell silent. Jasper continued, "Is he your ex-boyfriend?"

Imogen put down the cloth she was holding and leaned against the desk. She responded, "No. He is just a friend." "And what about his wife?"

Imogen replied, "She was my close friend, but now she's just a neighbor that I'm familiar with."

Jasper asked, "Do they live nearby?"

Imogen said, "Yes. We grew up together, but we're just ordinary friends."

Jasper asked, "Do you still have feelings for him?"

Imogen scoffed and retorted, "I'm married to you. Why would you ask that?"

Jasper's expression darkened. He asked calmly, "Do you still love him?"

Imogen was unhappy. She lowered her head and said coldly. "No."

Jasper continued, "Then don't have any contact with him."

"Why?" Imogen asked as she was puzzled.

Jasper sneered. She replied, "A scheming woman and a cunning man. You're no match for them."

Imogen resigned as she smiled. She then stood in front of Jasper and said, "You've only met them once and already decided this? Isn't that a bit hasty?"

Jasper resigned. He responded, "I'm just looking out for you."

Though Imogen didn't agree, she nodded politely. She said, "Alright. Thank you for the advice. I'll keep that in mind."

Jasper took out a bank card and handed it to Imogen. He said, "This is my salary card. Use it as you please. Don't save money for me."

Imogen froze. Staring at the card, she was momentarily at a loss.

"Take it," Jasper said as he placed the card in her hand.

Imogen nervously gulped. As she glanced at the card, she said, "I'll keep it safe."

Jasper frowned. He corrected her, "You should not save but spend... Don't save money for me. Make sure you spend it, understand?"

Imogen smiled wryly. This man, why does he always say the opposite?

"Alright. Thank you, dear," Imogen said lightly.

Jasper's heart raced like crazy as he heard the word "dear". His face flushed, and his ears turned red as he looked at Imogen intensely.

Imogen's expression remained calm, but she was taken aback when she noticed his red ears. Why was he blushing? She didn't do anything!

"What's wrong with you?" Imogen asked curiously.

Jasper tugged at his collar, feeling hot. His heart couldn't stop pounding. The word "dear" had him flustered.

He gulped as he replied with a hoarse voice, "I'm fine. Imogen, if you ever want something, just tell me. As long as it's within my ability, I'll satisfy you."

Imogen played along and smiled. She asked, "I want to fly to space. Can you take me there?"

"Try something else," Jasper said as he smiled helplessly.