Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

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Chapter 60 Imogen Is the Mistress

Imogen slowly walked out of the hospital, aimlessly wandering the streets.

She didn’t know where to go.

Despite the sunny weather, she felt a chill deep within her heart.

She took out her phone, opened Instagram with her alternative account, and searched for the origin of the incident that day.

Although she knew what kind of comments awaited her under those Instagram posts, she still clicked on them, scrolling down and collecting all the insults like masochism.

She also went through the comment sections under relevant news articles on major video websites, finally understanding the cause of the whole incident.

Lastly, she opened the Celebrity Insider and scrolled through it from beginning to end.

After the news of Troy’s affair broke, some fans in Celebrity Insider kept silent, but some persisted in posting.

Even she had to admit that in those videos, pictures, and artworks, Troy and Sarah looked perfectly matched.

One was a wealthy man, and the other was a beautiful celebrity. They seemed to be a perfect match.

In the story of the two of them, there was no place for Imogen. She was merely a superfluous character who, due to a twist of fate, appeared where she shouldn’t have.

Imogen closed her eyes and edited an Instagram post with her alternative account: [Imogen is not the mistress. Sarah is the mistress.]

After she posted it on Instagram, it disappeared from her homepage within seconds.

Imogen confirmed it was blocked.

It must be Troy protecting Sarah, not allowing any rumors harmful to Sarah to spread.

Imogen smirked and edited another Instagram post: [Imogen is the mistress.]

This Instagram post was successfully published.

Imogen repeatedly checked her homepage, confirming that the Instagram post had indeed been published and hadn’t disappeared.

There were even people who saw this Instagram post and gave her likes, commenting: [That’s right, the mistress deserves to die. I curse Imogen will never have children.]

Imogen held her breath and turned off her phone.

At that moment, a group of people suddenly surrounded her.

Confused, Imogen looked up and was forced to stop in her tracks.

Among the crowd were men and women dressed like paparazzi, holding microphones in front of Imogen’s face and cameras taking photos of Imogen.

“Are

Troy and Sarah are in a romantic

do you think about the news

happened between you and Troy that

from Sarah’s team about

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authorization, what

microphones in front

finally regaining her composure, Imogen took

closed in and continuously asked

flashing lights made Imogen

They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally

expect to not capture Sarah but instead

head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose

wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they wouldn’t let

response.

is it that you

is your silence an admission

heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you

and Sarah already

response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

mean those

do you think of Troy

Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned

a stern expression, she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times but was unable

reached its limit. “I’ll say it again, let me leave. Otherwise, I’ll call the police and sue you for

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling with people coming and

vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen, discussing among

a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without

the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She stared blankly outside, lost in

the state, New York City was the fastest

area near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and

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in a hurry, and some were holding report

more stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the

had entered

new district, the passengers on the bus got off one after another.

stand firm and hold the handrail. The

of the bus fell silent, with only the

a phone rang, and the middle–aged

moment to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at the screen, which displayed Troy’s

her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it to

seconds, the phone rang again, another call from

power button to turn off her phone, and put it back

entire process was smooth and

sight,

of the city, and the middle–aged woman got

stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back, “Miss, this is the