Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 160 He No Longer Had This Opportunity

As they exited the hall, they were greeted by a cold wind carrying a scattering of white flakes. It was snowing.

Imogen looked up at the sky.

Troy looked at Imogen. “Should we head back now?”

Imogen glanced at the sky. The snowfall was intensifying. Driving on the highway might not be very safe.

“Let’s stay here for the night. We can head back tomorrow when the snow has stopped.” “Okay.”

Troy took off his coat and draped it over Imogen’s shoulders. Just as Imogen was about to refuse, Troy said, “You’ve recently given birth. You need to take care of your health.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me…”

Troy wanted to say, “You’re my wife. It’s what I should do.”

But in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to say those words.

They had been married for three years, and he had over a thousand days and nights to call her his wife.

It was just that he never did.

Now he no longer had that chance.

How Troy wished that this heavy snowfall could continue forever, never coming to an end.

Then, they would remain here forever, never returning to that place that had caused her so much

sorrow.

They also wouldn’t get divorced.

However, hope was just hope.

The snow stopped in the evening.

The next day, they embarked on their journey back.

As they exited the highway, Imogen said, “Let’s go back and get our documents, then head straight to the Courthouse!”

She glanced at her watch and said, “We still have an hour left, which should be enough.” Even though he had long known her intentions, hearing these words still caused a tremor in Troy’s heart. It felt like something was blocking him, leaving him no way to relieve the pressure. At this moment, his emotions were asicy and biting as the weather outside, chilling him to the bone, just like the coldness of a snowy landscape.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the intensity. His throat felt as if it were filled with sand, hoarse and painful. With difficulty, he managed to speak,

“Alright.”

The two of them returned to the villa, retrieved their documents, and got back into the car. Troy started the car slowly and drove towards the Courthouse.

It was extremely quiet in the car.

of the car window at the receding street scene. Memories from the

as if seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again, whose eyes held only

Imogen smiled at the sixteen–year–old Imogen and said, “I’ve tried my best, but he just doesn’t love me. You wouldn’t

the car came to

“Is there a

the window, Troy closed his eyes, and a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind.

point, he had no other way to go and didn’t care

his phone and sent a message

Troy received a call

pressed the answer button and put on a show. “Hey, what’s the

in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Imogen. I can’t go to the Courthouse right now. There’s an

you already resigned?”

meeting

was momentarily surprised, then quickly regained her composure

“Congratulations.”

break free from her and be with the one he loved. Furthermore, he achieved success

matter that urgent? Can’t it wait a little longer?” Imogen asked.

not.” Troy looked at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed could result in losses of

moment, Troy even wished Imogen was

had money, she

wasn’t

love with her either. Imogen lowered her

Troy replied with vague uncertainty.

to the company, and I’ll wait for you at the coffee shop

“Are

to wait

dropping her off at home was similar to going to the Courthouse. He quickly

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have much to do anyway.”

a mixture of bitterness and regret

hesitated again. “It’s almost noon. Why don’t you come with me to the office and take a break in the lounge?” Imogen shook her head and said, “No need, I’ve already resigned. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to show up at the office again.”

dark that it seemed as if it could well

relationship was public now, but she was

anymore.

fondly reminisced when they used to go for morning runs together, have breakfast together, and commute to the office side by side.

and dessert for Imogen, gazing at her momentarily before reluctantly leaving the coffee shop.

the coffee shop,

rider arrived with food in hand at the coffee shop entrance, calling out, “Who’s Imogen? Your husband ordered

coffee shop turned their attention to the blue–clad rider at the entrance, and then their gazes collectively shifted around the interior of

voice, Imogen stood up, walked to the entrance to retrieve the takeout, and said, “It’s me, thank you.”

her somewhat similar to the description the person on the phone had given him. He handed

meal.”

and opened the takeout packaging.

had lunch together at the company, and he knew what she liked. He had ordered her

averted their gaze as Imogen returned to

normal activities of sipping coffee

whisper to each

from Marshall Building, so it’s not surprising that there were people who had heard about Imogen

Imogen ignored them indifferently.

the CEO’s office. A large floor–to–ceiling window facing the street almost encompassed the entire cityscape. Of course, it also provided a clear view of the coffee shop opposite. However, being on such a high floor, Troy had brought a pair of binoculars to get