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.

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

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

said, “I’ve tried my best, but he just doesn’t

the car came

out of her thoughts, looked at the road ahead, and asked, “Is there a traffic

the window, Troy closed his eyes, and a ridiculous thought

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

up his phone and sent a

Troy received a

the answer button and put on a show. “Hey, what’s the matter? Okay,

and met Imogen’s gaze. A hint of apology appeared in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Imogen. I can’t go to the

already resigned?”

meeting to confirm me as

momentarily surprised, then quickly regained her

“Congratulations.”

was finally able to break free from her and be with the one he loved. Furthermore, he

urgent? Can’t it wait a

Troy looked at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed could result in

Troy even wished Imogen was a

as he had money, she would never leave

wasn’t like that.

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

sure.” Troy replied with vague uncertainty.

company, and I’ll wait for you at the coffee shop downstairs.”

“Are

to

home was similar to going to the Courthouse. He quickly

This Opportunity

I don’t have much to do anyway.”

his throat, feeling a mixture of bitterness and regret as

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

eyes, so dark that

now, but she was

anymore.

used to go for morning runs together, have breakfast together, and commute to the office side by

gazing at her momentarily before reluctantly leaving the coffee shop.

the coffee

an hour, a blue–clad rider arrived with food in hand at the coffee shop entrance, calling out, “Who’s Imogen? Your husband

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

to

Imogen, finding her somewhat similar to the description the person on the phone had given him. He handed over the takeout

meal.”

and opened

together at the company, and he knew what

customers averted their gaze as Imogen

resumed their normal activities of sipping coffee and

started to whisper to each other.

so it’s not surprising that there were people

Imogen ignored

the entire cityscape. Of course, it also provided a clear view of