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?”

a mistress, but what about the man at

how he and

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

expected Troy to twist the conversation, so she mockingly smiled and

the middle of her sentence, her voice faltered. She cut herself

I care? I doubt you’d understand. No wonder it was so easy for you to agree to a divorce,” Troy said calmly.

you

divorce because you wanted to help us or be with

silent and

heart was already

her eyes hopelessly and said, “Think whatever you want.

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Chapter 23.1: Guilt

tired to get caught up

around, Imogen

called out, grabbing her wrist. “You sleep in the master bedroom, and I’ll

startled cry as he pulled her

his long arm, wrapping

“Are you okay?”

fine,” Imogen said, shaking her

her bath towel

chill ran through her

froze for a moment, her face flushing red as she hurriedly covered herself and said, “You…

seen it all

teased her when he