The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1042

Imogen found herself completely lost in Jasper's deep, commanding kiss, unable to pull away.

She didn't know when she had started to give in, but his kiss made her lose control and her body responded in ways she couldn't comprehend.

His dominant presence left her weak. She melted in his arms. Under the intensity of his kiss, she felt light-headed, her mind going blank. Jasper's lips and tongue were tantalizing, while his strong chest felt warm against her. His body radiated heat.

Imogen's legs grew weak, and before she knew it, he had guided her out of the kitchen.

Their bedroom was upstairs, but fearing she might regain her senses and push him away, Jasper pressed her onto the living room couch instead. Disoriented by his kisses, Imogen's breathing became erratic, and her body grew uncomfortably warm.

Jasper's hands roamed freely, heightening the heated, intimate atmosphere. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create a romantic, shadowy ambiance.

Imogen didn't even realize when her clothes had been removed or how quickly things had escalated. She was utterly lost in the moment. It wasn't until a sharp pain snapped her back to reality that she regained her senses.

She cried out, turning her head away from his kiss, pounding her fists weakly against his chest. "Jasper, you bastard... you... bastard..."

"I'm sorry, Imogen," Jasper murmured, his voice pained, but he didn't stop.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Despite her tears and protests, despite the ungentlemanly way he was acting, he felt it necessary to claim her, to sever her thoughts of divorce. He wanted to leave her with no room to escape him.

Before, he had avoided touching her, hoping she would fall in love with him first. But now, that hope seemed impossible.

Imogen sobbed beneath him,

overwhelmed by pain, fear, and anger, feeling utterly disrespected. He had claimed her innocence, in her moment of confusion and desire, before seeking her consent.

She had once thought Jasper was perfect, someone far beyond her reach. But now, she despised him, a hatred born from her frustration and rage. She didn't know how she endured the long, painful ordeal.

Jasper kissed her tears away, caressed her face, and whispered apologies, yet remained unyielding in his desire to possess her completely.

Late into the night, Imogen retreated to her room and took a shower. With her aching legs, she curled up in her bed, silently crying herself to sleep. In the brightly lit living room, Jasper sat on the couch after putting on his clothes. He stared solemnly at the blood-stained couch, lost in thought.

He knew he had gone too far, but he didn't regret it. He also knew Imogen would hate him for this. The realization of it pained him deeply as if a weight pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

He shut his eyes and leaned back on the couch. With an arm draping over them to block out the light, Jasper remained silent, battling his sorrow.

The couch was made of leather.

After composing himself, Jasper brought over some cleanser to remove the bloodstains. After tidying up the living room, he went to bed.

Around 1:00 am and still wide awake, Imogen suddenly heard her phone chimed twice. Picking it up, she saw messages from Jasper.

"Imogen, I admit I was wrong to deceive you about the marriage, to hide my identity. What I did in the living room was unforgivable, but I was desperate.

"Please, give our marriage some time. I promise I will do everything I can to be the husband you deserve."