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.

at the receding street scene. Memories from the past three years flashed through

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

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, would

car came to a stop.

road ahead, and asked, “Is there a

Troy closed his eyes, and a ridiculous

to go and didn’t

picked up his phone and

a call from Lane.

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

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

already resigned?”

a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm

surprised, then quickly regained

“Congratulations.”

break free from her and be with the one he

that urgent? Can’t it wait a little longer?”

minute delayed could result in

brief moment, Troy even wished Imogen

money,

Imogen wasn’t like

wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and

Troy replied with vague

company, and I’ll wait for you

“Are

want to

to suggest driving Imogen back home, but then he realized that the timing for dropping her off at home was similar to going to the Courthouse. He quickly swallowed the words that were on the tip of

This Opportunity

much to do

his throat, feeling a mixture of bitterness and

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 lounge?” Imogen shook her head and said, “No need, I’ve already resigned. It wouldn’t be appropriate for

that it seemed as if it

with tears. Their relationship was public now, but she was reluctant to appear with him

anymore.

runs together, have breakfast together,

for Imogen, gazing at her momentarily before

the corner of the coffee shop, sipping her

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

shop turned their attention to the blue–clad rider at the entrance,

entrance to

Imogen, finding her somewhat similar to the description the person on the phone had

meal.”

seat and opened the takeout

had lunch together at the company, and he knew what

averted their gaze as

activities of sipping

started to whisper to each

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

those various gazes, Imogen ignored them

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 also provided a clear