Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 8: Bittersweet Generous

Imogen took a deep, heavy swallow, suppressing the sourness that threatened to overwhelm her throat. “But Sarah’s image doesn’t align with the product theme,” she said.

Troy shrugged, his tone resolute. “That’s on you now. You have the means to make it work. This endorsement is crucial for Sarah, and you’ll have to oversee the entire process.”

Numbness spread over Imogen, her face stiff and devoid of emotion. She struggled to comprehend the situation and how Troy could expect her to manage this delicate situation.

‘Does he truly believe I’m just a robot, devoid of feelings?‘ Imogen lamented internally. ‘Doesn’t he understand how painful this is for me?”

“Okay. I will do my best,” Imogen managed to say, her voice hoarse and strained, as if each word was an immense effort.

In the restroom, Imogen felt the turmoil within her erupt. She retched repeatedly, but nothing- came out. She gently caressed her lower abdomen, seeking solace for herself and the tiny life growing within her.

The mirror before her reflected a woman with a pale face and reddened eyes. Imogen splashed cold water on her face, attempting to regain composure.

‘You can handle this. You’re strong, just like you promised your father, she reassured herself. ‘And now, you have another reason to be strong–the baby inside you.‘

Returning to her office, Imogen called Lyka to apologize and appease her. She arranged another endorsement for Xena with a smaller perfume brand, promising that Xena would be a priority for future opportunities. Only then did Lyka relent.

Afterward, Imogen gathered her department staff for a meeting to discuss three potential options for Sarah’s endorsement. She also instructed her assistant to arrange a meeting with Sarah’s agent to finalize the details.

exhausting, but Imogen refused to let herself falter. She focused on her tasks, determined to deliver the best results.

herself alone in her office, looking wearily

Troy’s generous offer of two villas,

generosity,‘ she thought, managing a bitter

the Product Manager, the Chief Designer, and

Imogen turned to her assistant and said, “Go outside and contact Sarah’s agent. Urge them

after, the assistant returned and reported, “Ms. Forbes, I’ve urged them.

dragged on, and the Operations Director and others expressed dissatisfaction with

and asked, “What’s the phone number of

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could respond, a group of people

one of the staff members, a hint of confusion in his voice.

clung tightly to Troy’s arm. And Troy, dressed impeccably in a suit she had picked

exchanged knowing glances, seemingly understanding the rumors circulating for a long time.

in her heart, but she clenched her fingers and composed herself. “Mr. Marshall, Ms. Page, since you’re here,

divorce, he would still treat her like a younger sister. But Imogen knew that former couples could never truly be friends. The emotions were too complex, and she couldn’t bear to witness the depth of

was pleasantly surprised to see Imogen and took her hand,

too.”

hand, then discreetly withdrew her own, offering a faint