Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

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Chapter 43 Deceiving For Three Years

The driver focused on driving, and Imogen settled into the back seat, gazing out of the car window in silence. The sounds of the bustling city outside contrasted sharply with the quiet atmosphere inside the car.

Troy observed Imogen’s slightly somber expression and asked, “Since you used the card I gave you, why did you return the items and buy them again?”

As messages popped up on his phone, reminding him of the previous refunds, Troy realized that she had repurchased the same products with her own money.

Without turning to look at him, Imogen replied, “I can spend your money as I wish. It’s none of your business.”

Troy then inquired, “Are you upset because I accompanied Sarah shopping?”

Imogen responded, “You’ve done so much for Sarah. A simple stroll with her is the least of my

concerns.”

A mocking smile crept across Imogen’s face as she leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes.

Curious, Troy probed further, asking what was bothering her.

She pondered this question herself, feeling exhausted and hollow as if she had lost all her strength. It was as if a machine had run out of power or a phone had drained its battery and shut down.

In the past, she could delude herself into believing that Troy had genuine feelings for her during their three years of marriage. However, now whenever she sees him, Sarah’s words haunt her thoughts.

She longs to ask him why he loves Sarah so much and can’t forget her, questioning why he even married her.

Suddenly, Troy noticed a blush on the back of Imogen’s hand. Concerned, he asked, “What happened to your hand?”

“I got burned while eating,” Imogen replied.

“You should take care of it. Let’s go to the hospital,” Troy instructed the driver.

felt sarcastic and withdrew her hand

such a caring gesture from him would have melted her

the impeccable act Troy put on throughout their

saying, “Imogen, don’t

I’m not making jokes. I just don’t need your concern. Isn’t that what you want? You

looked intently at Imogen. “Are

wrong with me? Do you not understand?” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “Or

to spell out your actions? Do you want me

questioned, “What have I done?

a smile, Imogen asked, “Do you remember the date of our

responded

“And do

you’re feeling guilty about?” Imogen

unable to answer.

that September 20th is Sarah’s birthday. It seems you have a

“You go on a business trip every July, for at

and even the driver refrained from making a sound.

roared, “Say something! Explain yourself, why don’t you explain?”

unable to muster any comforting

admit it, right?” Imogen questioned,

instead? Why do you treat me so poorly? You don’t

cried in front of anyone again. Her heart was tender, burdened with an inferiority complex,

down on her, and

was wrong–wrong.

as much as a stranger to him. He

felt empty as if no one was inside. A

looked at Imogen’s tearful expression. He spoke in a deep

again,” Imogen retorted bitterly, feeling frustrated with his repeated apologies. “What else can you say besides apologizing? Troy, I’ve come to realize that your heart is made of stone.” Emotions surged within Imogen, leaving her gasping for breath as she reached out to wipe away the tears from her face. “I will make it up to you,” Troy declared in an attempt

plan to compensate me? By not divorcing me or by letting me resign

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again, Troy fell silent, unable to offer a