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.

Memories from the past three years

glass as if seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again,

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

came to a stop.

road ahead, and asked, “Is there a traffic jam?” Troy glanced at Imogen through the rearview mirror

window, Troy closed his

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

picked up his phone and sent a message

Troy received a call from Lane.

on a show. “Hey, what’s the matter? Okay, I got

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

already resigned?”

held a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me

then quickly regained her composure and said,

“Congratulations.”

to break free from her and be with

the matter that urgent? Can’t it

at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed could result

a brief moment, Troy even wished Imogen was

money, she

wasn’t

Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and said, “Let’s do it

Troy replied with vague uncertainty.

and I’ll wait

“Are

to wait

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

Had This

have much to do

cleared his throat, feeling a mixture of bitterness and regret as Imogen remained resolute about the

shop across from the Marshall Building and 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

dark that it seemed as if it

relationship was public now, but she was reluctant to appear

anymore.

go for morning runs together,

dessert for Imogen, gazing at her momentarily before reluctantly leaving the

the corner of the coffee shop, sipping her coffee

food in hand at the coffee

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

up, walked to the entrance to

the description the person on the phone had given him. He handed over the takeout to her and

meal.”

her seat and opened

company, and he knew what she liked.

their gaze as Imogen returned to

of sipping coffee and enjoying

started to whisper to each

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

gazes, Imogen

than the CEO’s office. A large floor–to–ceiling window facing the street almost encompassed the entire cityscape. Of course, it also provided a