Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

heap of Her

Since things had come to this, Imogen tried her best to avoid contacting Troy in the company, Troy still invited her to his office for dinner as if nothing had happened.

but

Imogen sat on the sofa, and there was a full of her favorite food in front of her. Looking at Troy on the opposite, carefully helping her prepare forks and knives, Imogen suddenly had an impulse to ask him, “Is there any chance for us to get back together?”

the But before she asked, Troy took the initiative to say, “Imogen, I’ve thought about the gossip on Internet. In fact, I thought about making our relationship public, but after it, Sarah will be their target. If so, she will never survive in this trade. Worse still, her reputation will be ruined. However, the heat of this gossip will not fade, it will only intensify, and it will lose control at that time…”

“You don’t have to say it, I know.”

The food in her mouth suddenly became as plain as chewing wax, and it was hard to swallow. At that moment, Imogen wondered what did she like about him?

His humiliation and deceit all the time?

She even had a glimmer of hope for him just now.

She was so cheap!

The office was in silence.

Troy bit his lips, planning to say something more.

But after a moment of silence, he didn’t say anything, and put down his forks with a frown, got up, and went to the bathroom.

At this moment, the phone on the table rang.

Imogen wanted to grab it to check but withdrew her hand when she thought of something, pretending not to hear it..

The phone automatically hung up when no one answered, and the ringtone rang again after two seconds, over and over again.

It rang three times and finally stopped.

When Troy came back, Imogen glanced at him. “Someone called you three times. It should be something urgent.”

Troy walked to the table, picked up the phone, and asked casually, “Who?”

Imogen cleaned up the takeaway garbage and answered, “I don’t know, I didn’t look at it.”

Troy suddenly thought of something, paused, and looked at Imogen.

Since that day, she never touched his cell phone again.

The call came again.

Troy saw the caller on the screen clearly. It was Ylah.

He hung up the phone and helped Imogen with cleaning.

at him. “Why didn’t you answer it?”

Troy remained silent.

secretary knocked on the door suddenly. “Mr. Marshall?”

Cheap of

“Come in.”

secretary opened the door and came in, holding the phone in his hand. “Mr. Marshall, Ms. Willy called me and

silenced abruptly and then glanced at Troy’s face, full of regret, so he hurriedly said, “I’ll reply to her

the speaker was on, and Ylah’s voice came from the microphone, “Mr. Marshall! Hang up if you want to regret it for the rest of your

for a few seconds.

turned pale and glanced

didn’t touch Troy’s cell phone. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to explain. She looked at Troy. “Go ahead.”

blind and cover it up. Troy paused, frowned, took the phone from the secretary, and walked to the window, asking in

stood aside, thinking to himself, “Mr. Marshall seems to be very afraid of Ms. Forbes…”

the hospital now. It would be best if you

her, “Where’s the doctor?”

doesn’t cooperate with the treatment at all now. Mr. Marshall, you have no idea how

she is the one who suffers. Except for work,

turned around, and found that Imogen was sitting quietly

the sofa.

in the hospital?

you want me to

this was not a question of whether she wanted it but whether Sarah would

or not.

again when the two were taking a lunch break in the

answered the phone in the

ask, “Has she

that she has used it a lot recently, and Sarah’s body has become resistant to it, so it

a few more people to hold her down?”

already scratched two doctors…”

Troy was speechless.

212

+

118 So Cheap of

Troy hung up the phone and looked

and pure,

gasped and explained, “Sarah cut her wrist and

voice lowered, knowing that explanation at this

watch Sarah hurt herself because she was capable of anything when she

nodded slightly. “Then go.”

was not far from the fact. “Let’s

I go, Ms. Page will be more painful…”

stared at her

bed and put on her shoes,