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 past three years

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

said, “I’ve tried my best, but he just doesn’t love me. You wouldn’t blame me for that, would you?”

the car came to a stop.

“Is there a traffic jam?” Troy glanced at

window, Troy closed his eyes, and a ridiculous

way to go and didn’t care if

and sent

received a

on a show. “Hey, what’s the

A hint of apology appeared in his eyes. “I’m sorry,

you already

announced, and the corporation held a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me as the

momentarily surprised, then quickly regained

“Congratulations.”

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

urgent? Can’t it wait

regretfully. “Every minute delayed could result

brief moment, Troy even wished Imogen

as he had money, she would never leave

Imogen wasn’t like that.

of person, perhaps Troy wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen lowered

replied with

and I’ll wait for

“Are

want to

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 his tongue.

Had This

I don’t have much to do

mixture of bitterness and regret

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 me to show up at the office again.”

dark that it seemed

public now, but she was reluctant to appear with him

anymore.

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

dessert for Imogen, gazing at her

in the corner of the coffee shop, sipping her

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

at the entrance, and then their gazes collectively shifted around the interior of the

voice, Imogen stood up, walked to the entrance to retrieve the takeout,

blue–clad rider glanced at Imogen, finding her somewhat similar to the description the person on the phone had given him. He handed over

meal.”

her seat and opened

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

as Imogen returned to

activities of sipping coffee and enjoying their desserts.

whisper

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

various gazes, Imogen ignored them

floor–to–ceiling window facing the street almost encompassed the entire cityscape. Of course, it also provided a