Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 158 How Much Did She Once Like Him

From the back seat, two people got off. One was Jarvis, and the other was Steve.

Troy didn’t turn them away but invited them into his study for coffee.

After some pleasantries, Jarvis announced the decisions from the shareholders‘ meeting.

Upon hearing, Troy remained calm and gracefully poured coffee, subtly indicating that he had no immediate plans to return to the Marshall Group.

There were two reasons. First, after the death of his grandfather, Henry, and the subsequent miscarriage of his wife, Imogen. Troy was deeply affected and needed time to recover. He didn’t have the energy to deal with company affairs.

Second, as mentioned before, Troy disagreed with the philosophy of broad. Moreover, with Leo currently in the chairman position, he didn’t want to compete with his brother.

Jarvis and Steve exchanged helpless glances, drank coffee, and left.

However, with the chairman’s position vacant, the shareholders grew restless daily.

Later, Steve visited two more times, but to no avail.

Imogen stayed in the hospital for five days. On the fifth day, Charlie visited her.

Charlie comforted her, reminding her that life wasn’t just about having children. “They’re just a part of life, not the entirety. Family can influence our lives, but they can’t dictate it. We live for ourselves, not for others.”

That’s how Charlie’s parents raised her.

Charlie felt fortunate to grow up in a well–off and open–minded family.

However, Charlie knew that her upbringing was different from Imogen’s. Imogen’s early experiences made her value the limited familial bonds she had. Charlie didn’t expect Imogen to understand all at once.

“By the way, when are you planning to divorce that dimwit?” Charlie asked. “After I recovered and returned from Gracehaven Church.” Imogen replied.

“And after the divorce? Have you thought about what you’ll do?”

Imogen shook her head, lost in thought.

Imogen realized that she didn’t know how to move forward without the company, the child, and after the divorce.

Charlie suggested, “After divorcing that dimwit, he should give you a significant amount of money, right? You won’t need to work. You can do what you like, adopt a cat, watch a series, or travel. Do you have any hobbies? Honestly, many people would envy you.”

“Hobbies?”

Imogen pondered but couldn’t think of any.

“In the past, her studies consumed most of her time.”

“Imogen worked hard to catch up with a man she admired, even if she could only ever see his back.”

long after her father passed away, Imogen was eager to find an emotional anchor. Driven by that naive and persistent young girl’s feelings, Imogen got admitted

and became

is not

more topics in common with him, she chose

to join the Marshall Group on her own merits, to earn the praise of Troy, work alongside him,

work took up most of her

all projects,

Troy could make Imogen elated for half

Knowing Troy didn’t love her, Imogen tried her best to accommodate him

life and

would never know how much

him from her life left

my passion is makeup. I love

What do you like?”

head. “I

hands.

After your divorce, let’s go on a

“We?”

“You and me. Maybe Alex

momentarily, unsure of what she would do in the future, and

trip. Let’s see where’s best to travel in the

returned home to recuperate until her confinement ended.

care

whenever the two met, they remained silent.

had nothing to say to

less

sat on the main bedroom balcony, basking in the

sun was warm

returned, he saw Imogen still sitting on the balcony, gazing into the distance,

lost the child, she had become

day, Imogen was awakened by the sound of an animal

hard to distinguish, whether from a

find a golden–white kitten with round eyes crying out

in hunger.

it downstairs for food. However, after a few steps,

had no choice but to return, tentatively carrying the kitten downstairs, where she ran into Sue coming out of the

the cat

that Troy must have brought

are you out of bed?”

kitten

kitten come

there any cat food?”

looking around the living room. “No.”