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.

of emotions. She felt sarcastic and withdrew her hand forcefully, saying,

past, such a caring gesture from him would have melted her heart, but

to laugh at the impeccable act Troy put on throughout

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

upset, and I’m not making jokes. I just don’t need your concern. Isn’t that what you want? You don’t need to pretend to be a

and he looked intently at Imogen.

she replied, raising an eyebrow. “Or

out your actions? Do you want

“What have I done? Why are you

smile, Imogen asked, “Do you remember

20th,” Troy responded after

“And do

you’re feeling guilty

fell silent, unable to

out that September 20th is Sarah’s birthday. It seems you have a deep affection for her, even

tears, but she suppressed her emotions and continued, “You go on a business trip every July, for at least half a month. What are you doing during that time?”

into silence, and even the driver refrained from making

suddenly roared, “Say

unable to muster any comforting lies.

guilty, aren’t you? You dare not admit it, right?” Imogen questioned, her

not wait for her instead? Why do you treat me so

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

up as an ordinary person, adopted into the Marshall family by a stroke of 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 love her, he must still have some feelings

she was wrong–wrong.

he truly had any affection for her, he wouldn’t have treated her in such a manner. She wasn’t even worth as much as a stranger to him. He was as indifferent

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

deep breath, his heart clenching as he looked at Imogen’s tearful expression. He spoke

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.

not divorcing me or by

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For Three Years

unable to offer a satisfactory response.