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.

out of the car window at the receding street scene. Memories from the

glass as if seeing that

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

came

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

Troy closed his eyes, and a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind.

no other way to go and

and sent

a

and put on a show. “Hey,

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

you already

meeting to confirm me as the chairman

momentarily surprised, then quickly regained her composure and

“Congratulations.”

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.

at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed could

brief moment, Troy even wished

as he had money, she would never

Imogen wasn’t like that.

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

not sure.” Troy replied with

I’ll wait for you at

“Are

you want to

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

This

I don’t have much to do anyway.”

feeling a mixture of bitterness

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 me to the office and take a break in the lounge?” Imogen shook her

Troy’s eyes, so dark that

public now, but she was reluctant to appear with him at the

anymore.

morning runs together, have breakfast together, and commute to

fine.” Troy ordered coffee and dessert for Imogen, gazing

of the coffee shop, sipping her coffee

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

to the blue–clad rider 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

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

meal.”

and opened

the company, and he knew what she liked. He had ordered her favorite foods.

as Imogen returned to

normal activities of sipping coffee and

started to whisper

all, it was right across from Marshall Building, so it’s not surprising that there were people who

those various gazes, Imogen ignored

the 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