Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 23.1: Guilt

Forgetting to bring her pajamas, her hair still half–damp, she wore only a bath towel that hung down from her chest, barely covering her bottom. Her graceful neck and slender shoulders were exposed, and the parts covered by the towel were temptingly full, reminding Troy of how they felt under his touch. Her slim, white legs were revealed, with skin as smooth as silk and as white as milk.

The two locked eyes.

Imogen immediately changed her expression and went to the coat room to retrieve her pajamas. She declared, “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.”

Troy questioned, “Imogen, what exactly do you mean?”

He fixed her with a lingering look.

“I’m just trying to help you two,” she retorted with a hint of sarcasm. Imogen detected a faint smell of alcohol on his body.

“Are you angry because I asked you to toast Sarah?” Troy asked, nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe.

“Can’t I be angry?” Imogen raised an eyebrow, unimpressed with his disinterest.

Her anger was not solely about the toast.

More apparent was how his friends around him talked about Sarah.

“You’ll eventually call Sarah your sister–in–law. What’s the point this time?”

“Don’t worry. After the divorce, I’ll never call a mistress my sister–in–law again.”

Troy’s face turned stern as he mentioned “Imogen.”

“Why?”

Sarah was a mistress, but what about the man at

know how he and Liam had

since I returned from my business trip. I’m afraid you’ve already decided

Troy to twist the conversation, so

sentence, her voice faltered. She cut herself off and

someone as Jade did? What do I care? I doubt you’d understand. No wonder it was so easy for you to agree to a divorce,” Troy said calmly. His eyes were as black as night,

do you think

it true that you agreed to a divorce because you wanted to help us or be with the person

fell silent and

was already broken

“Think whatever you want. I’m

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Chapter 23.1: Guilt

was too tired to get

turned around,

in the master bedroom, and I’ll go

cry as he pulled her slightly,

his long arm, wrapping

“Are you okay?”

Imogen said, shaking her

bath towel slipped

ran through her

froze for a moment, her face flushing red as she hurriedly covered herself and

seen

when he noticed