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.

scene. Memories from the

seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again, whose

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

the car came to a stop.

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

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

to go and didn’t care if his thought was absurd.

and sent a message

a call from

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

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 the Courthouse right now. There’s

you already resigned?”

corporation held a shareholders‘ meeting

quickly regained her

“Congratulations.”

break free from her and be with the one he loved. Furthermore, he achieved success in his career.

the matter that urgent? Can’t it wait a little longer?” Imogen asked.

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

even wished Imogen was a full–fledged gold digger.

had money, she would

wasn’t like that.

person, perhaps Troy wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and said, “Let’s do it in the afternoon. When will you

Troy replied with vague uncertainty.

I’ll wait for you at the

“Are

want to

he realized that the timing for dropping her off at home was similar to going to the Courthouse. He quickly swallowed the words that

This

I don’t have much to do anyway.”

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

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?”

dark that

was public now, but she was reluctant to

anymore.

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

for Imogen, gazing at her momentarily before

of the coffee shop, sipping her coffee lightly.

the coffee shop entrance, calling out, “Who’s Imogen?

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

Imogen stood up, walked to the entrance to retrieve

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

meal.”

her seat and opened

at the company, and he knew what she liked. He had

gaze as Imogen returned

normal activities of sipping coffee and

to whisper to each

not surprising that there were people

gazes, Imogen ignored them

office. A large floor–to–ceiling window facing the street almost encompassed the entire cityscape. Of course, it