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.

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

seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again,

sixteen–year–old Imogen and said, “I’ve tried my best, but he just doesn’t love

came to

asked, “Is there a traffic jam?” Troy

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

to go and didn’t care if his thought

discreetly picked up his phone and

a call from

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

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

you already resigned?”

meeting to confirm me as the chairman of the

surprised, then quickly

“Congratulations.”

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

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

“Every minute delayed could result in

brief moment, Troy even wished Imogen was a full–fledged gold

long as he had money, she would never leave

wasn’t like that.

with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and said, “Let’s do it in the afternoon. When will you be available?”

sure.” Troy replied with

can head to the company, and I’ll wait for you at

“Are

you want to

realized that the timing for dropping her off at home

This

have much

of bitterness

was the one who proposed the divorce, he now found himself reluctant about 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

that it

but she was reluctant to

anymore.

fondly reminisced when they used to go for morning runs together, have breakfast together,

dessert for Imogen, gazing at her

of the coffee shop, sipping her coffee

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

attention to the blue–clad rider at the

walked to the entrance to retrieve

person on the phone had given him. He handed over the takeout

meal.”

seat and opened the takeout

he knew what

averted their gaze as Imogen returned

sipping coffee

whisper to each

from Marshall Building, so it’s not surprising that there were

gazes, Imogen ignored

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 view of the coffee shop opposite. However, being