The Wrong Woman

Since Imogen had moved on, there was no need to avoid Ethan anymore.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She answered the call and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello."

Ethan said with a displeased voice, "Imogen, where did you move to? Your parents said you left with that guy?"

Imogen replied, "He's my husband, not 'that guy.'"

"Where are you?"

"That's none of your business."

"Imogen!" Ethan shouted.

She knew he was angry from listening to his voice. She found it ridiculous, so she replied, "Ethan, I'm married now. It's normal for me to live with my husband. I don't owe you an explanation about where I am."

Ethan said earnestly, "Imogen, you know I'm worried about you. How long have you known this stranger before marrying him? Do you know his personality? Do you really know what kind of person he is? What if he mistreats you?"

Imogen was speechless.

She surpassed her emotions as she said clearly, "Hey, you're my childhood friend, so I still consider you a friend, but that's all you are. Know your place. You have no right to interfere in my marriage.

"Whether he mistreats me or not is none of your concern. You should worry more about your pregnant wife."

Suddenly, Ethan blurted out, "Are you still mad that I married Scarlett?"

Imogen was totally speechless. She was done with the conversation, so she hung up the phone.

After that, she walked onto the train.

Her phone rang again. Seeing it was Ethan, she hung up.

Then, she received a text from him.

"I know you're still angry with me. Your revenge is successful. I regret it so much now. Imogen, can we go back to how things were before?"

Imogen replied, "Don't flatter yourself. I don't hate you, and I don't like you. Stop harassing me, thank you."

Ethan bombarded her with more messages.

"Imogen, you're lying to yourself."

"You used to like me so much."

"It was my fault and I regret it so much. Every day, I've been thinking of divorcing Scarlett. If she weren't pregnant, I would have come back to you."

"Imogen, let's sit down and talk."

Imogen couldn't take it anymore, so she immediately blocked him.

At that moment, she felt at peace.

After getting off the subway, she went to the supermarket to buy some meat, vegetables, and fruit.

After buying the groceries, she happily walked back to the luxurious villa with some bags in her hands.

She thought Jasper must be her lucky star. Not only was he handsome, but he also seemed to bring good fortune.

Since marrying him, everything had gone smoothly. Her life was getting better, and she felt increasingly happier.

Back at home, Imogen cooked a lavish dinner.

In the evening, Jasper came home right on time.

Before they were married, he had never come home from work on time. Also, he didn't usually go home soon after work. But now, he found himself wanting to get home as soon as possible. 

He opened the door and walked into the house. As he changed his shoes, he noticed Imogen's shoes were in the shoe cabinet.

Holding a box of desserts, he looked around and called out softly, "Imogen."

Hearing his voice, Imogen quickly removed her apron and rushed to the door.

As Jasper saw her rushing toward him, he handed her the desserts with a gentle smile. He said, "I passed by an old bakery, and they had this dessert—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Imogen leaped toward him with her face beaming with excitement. She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hugged him. 

At that moment, Jasper's voice trailed off, and he froze.

"Jay, I'm so happy today! Something even luckier than winning the lottery happened," Imogen said as she wrapped her hands around his neck and couldn't stop jumping.