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.

from the past

at her reflection in the glass as if seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again, whose eyes

said, “I’ve tried my best, but he just doesn’t love me. You wouldn’t

the car came to a

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

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

he had no other way to go and didn’t care if his thought was absurd.

phone and sent

Troy received a call from Lane.

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

and met Imogen’s gaze. A hint of apology appeared in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Imogen.

already resigned?”

held a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me as the chairman of

quickly regained her

“Congratulations.”

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

matter that urgent? Can’t it wait a little

“Every minute delayed could result in losses of millions, even billions of dollars.”

Troy even wished Imogen was

he had money, she would never leave him.

wasn’t like

that kind of person, perhaps Troy wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and

Troy replied with vague uncertainty.

I’ll wait for you at the coffee shop

“Are

to wait

off at home was

This

I don’t have much to do

Troy cleared his throat, feeling a mixture of bitterness and regret as

it. Troy dropped Imogen off at the coffee 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

that it seemed as if it could well

tears. Their relationship was public now, but she was

anymore.

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

for Imogen, gazing at

the coffee shop, sipping her coffee lightly.

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

rider at the entrance, and then

entrance to retrieve the

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

meal.”

to her seat and opened

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

as Imogen returned to her seat.

their normal activities of sipping coffee and enjoying their

to whisper

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

Imogen

Marshall Building across the street was even more spacious and well–lit than the CEO’s office. A large floor–to–ceiling window facing the street almost encompassed the entire cityscape. Of course, it