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.

a mix of emotions. She felt sarcastic and withdrew her hand forcefully, saying, “No need, it’s not a big

would have melted her

emotions, wanting to laugh at the impeccable act Troy put

reason with her, saying, “Imogen, don’t make light of your

closed, Imogen retorted, “I’m not upset, and I’m not making jokes. I just don’t need your concern. Isn’t

and he looked intently at

Do you not understand?” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “Or do you

Do you

done? Why are you accusing

“Do you remember the date of

20th,” Troy responded after a pause.

“And do

you’re feeling guilty about?” Imogen pressed

unable

said, “I just found out that September 20th is Sarah’s birthday. It

tingled with a hint of tears, but she suppressed her emotions and continued, “You go on a business trip every July, for at least half a month.

the driver refrained from making a

contain her anger, Imogen suddenly roared, “Say something! Explain yourself, why

unable to muster any

not admit it, right?” Imogen questioned, her words deliberate and intense.

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

left, she had never cried in front of anyone again. Her heart was tender, burdened with an inferiority complex, and hypersensitive, causing her to build a strong protective shell around herself.

luck. However, she lived her life in fear, caution, and constant observation. The Marshall family looked down on her, and apart from her grandparents, only Troy occasionally treated her with kindness.. At times, Imogen deluded herself into thinking that even if he didn’t

she was wrong–wrong.

such a manner. She wasn’t even worth as much as a stranger to him. He was as indifferent and cold as the rest, but he masked it with

car felt empty as if no one was inside. A prolonged

at Imogen’s tearful expression. He spoke in a deep voice, “I’m sorry.”

“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 to offer some form of

but laugh sarcastically. “Compensation again. How do you plan to compensate me? By not divorcing me or

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fell silent, unable to offer