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.

car window at the receding street scene. Memories from

the glass as if seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen

“I’ve tried my best, but he just doesn’t love

the car came to a stop.

there a traffic jam?” Troy glanced at Imogen through the rearview mirror and

the window, Troy closed his eyes, and

this point, he had no other way to go and didn’t

his phone and sent

received a call from Lane.

on a show. “Hey, what’s the

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 an urgent

already resigned?”

shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me as the chairman of the

was momentarily surprised, then quickly regained her

“Congratulations.”

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

urgent? Can’t it wait a little

afraid not.” Troy looked at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed could result in losses of

wished Imogen

long as he had money, she would

Imogen wasn’t like

love with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and said, “Let’s do it in the afternoon.

not sure.” Troy replied

head to the company, and I’ll wait for

“Are

want to wait for

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

Had This Opportunity

don’t have much to do

a mixture of bitterness and regret as Imogen remained resolute about the divorce.

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

over Troy’s eyes, so dark that it seemed

but she was

anymore.

together, have breakfast together,

Imogen, gazing at her momentarily before reluctantly leaving the

of the coffee shop, sipping her

hand at the coffee shop entrance, calling out,

at the entrance, and then their gazes collectively shifted around

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

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

meal.”

her seat and opened

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

as Imogen returned to her seat.

activities of sipping coffee

whisper to each other.

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

gazes, Imogen ignored

facing the street almost encompassed the entire cityscape. Of course, it also provided a clear view