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Chapter 45.1 His Wife

Imogen quickly got dressed and drove to the address Riley had given her. When she arrived, she saw Riley and Troy sitting on the sofa. Riley was leaning against the back of the sofa, smoking a cigarette, while Troy sat with his eyes closed, holding a glass of wine.

Upon entering, Troy opened his eyes briefly but closed them again. Imogen noticed the mess of wine bottles scattered on the ground, and her frown deepened. She asked if all he had drunk was wine, and Riley confirmed it solemnly.

Calling out to Troy, Imogen walked towards him and gently placed the wine glass on the table. Troy’s eyes, pitch–black and inscrutable, locked onto her without uttering a word. Imogen couldn’t tell whether he was fully drunk or just affected by alcohol.

“It’s too late. Let’s go home and rest,” she suggested. Troy raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, standing up from the sofa, but his balance seemed shaky. Imogen quickly went to his side and offered her support, asking if he could still walk.

With a hoarse voice, he responded with a simple “yes,” brushing away her helping hand and attempting to walk forward on his own, albeit unsteadily.

Imogen followed closely, keeping a watchful eye on him to prevent any mishaps. As she walked beside him, she couldn’t help but notice the strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body, making her wonder just how much he had consumed.

By some miracle, he managed to remember to press the elevator’s negative floor button, indicating that they were going to the garage.

When they reached the garage, Imogen pointed out the car to Troy, and he looked at her with those deep, ink–like eyes before slowly following behind her.

Imogen felt a mix of emotions as Troy called her “wife.” In their three years of marriage, Troy had never used that term for her. It was always her name or nickname. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness and realization that she wasn’t his ideal wife. In his mind, that title belonged to someone else – Sarah.

Despite the hurt she felt, Imogen managed to maintain her composure. She gently pulled her wrist from his grip and stepped back. She decided to leave the room and find another guest room to sleep in, not wanting to be reminded of the painful truth.

As she turned to leave, Troy’s eyes flickered open, and he mumbled something unintelligible. Imogen hesitated but decided to approach him once more, wanting to understand what he was saying.

“Wife,” he murmured again, and Imogen’s heart sank even further.

At that moment, she realized that she had married a man who never truly saw her as his partner. but merely a convenient companion. The realization was like a sharp knife cutting through her

heart.

With a pale complexion, she softly disengaged herself from his hold and stepped away from the bed. The scent of alcohol surrounding him made her uncomfortable, and she wanted to distance herself from the situation.

However, before she could leave, Troy’s hand shot out again and firmly grasped her wrist. His eyes remained closed, and he continued muttering something. Imogen tried to pull away, but his grip was surprisingly strong.

she leaned closer, hoping to make out his words. To her surprise, he

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don’t leave.”

wavered at his plea, torn between her feelings and a sense of responsibility to care for him. She had always wanted to be the woman he needed,

side, sitting on the edge of the bed. She carefully watched over him until he fell into a deep slumber,

Troy’s feelings or the reality of the situation. And as much as she wished for things to be different, she had to face

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plastered all over the internet, were photos of him being escorted back home by Imogen after

by the paparazzi. The assistant’s call had made it clear that the situation was getting out of hand, and the media was making a feast out of their personal lives.

his head throb from both the hangover and the stress, Troy decided he needed to handle this situation before it spiraled out of control. He didn’t want Imogen

He would confront the situation head–on and control the narrative. Troy sent a message to the assistant, instructing her to issue a brief statement acknowledging the photos but emphasizing that they were simply colleagues and friends and that he had too many drinks, leading Imogen to help him get back home safely.

thoughts. He knew he had to talk to Imogen about the situation, but first, he needed to

retraced his steps, going back to the private box where they had been drinking the night before. Luckily, his phone

he walked back to the living room, where he finally noticed Imogen’s phone lying on the coffee table. His eyes softened as he picked

he knew they needed to clear up any misunderstandings and handle the situation carefully. He also needed to talk to Imogen about what happened, and why he had

conversation with her. No matter how things were between them, she didn’t deserve to be

consequences lay ahead. The paparazzi might be relentless, but

the Instagram post and the accompanying pictures. The media had taken innocent moments

he couldn’t let this false narrative spiral out of control, especially for Imogen’s

accounts. He typed out a carefully worded post, denying any romantic involvement with

The post read:

no truth to the speculations of infidelity. The pictures captured were

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