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.

receding street scene. Memories from the past

at her reflection in the glass as if seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again, whose

sixteen–year–old Imogen and said, “I’ve tried my best, but he just doesn’t love me. You wouldn’t blame me for

came to a

the road ahead, and asked, “Is there a traffic jam?” Troy glanced

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

go and didn’t care if his thought

phone and sent a message to Lane.

Troy received a call

and put on a show. “Hey, what’s

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 the Courthouse right now.

already

a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me as the chairman

momentarily surprised, then quickly regained

“Congratulations.”

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

that urgent? Can’t it

“Every minute delayed

wished Imogen was a full–fledged gold digger.

long as he had money, she would never

Imogen wasn’t

were that kind of person, perhaps Troy wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and

not sure.” Troy replied with vague

and I’ll wait for you at the coffee

“Are

you want to wait

dropping her off at home was similar to going to

Had This

I don’t have much to do

throat, feeling a mixture of bitterness and regret as Imogen remained

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 head and said, “No need, I’ve already resigned. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to show

dark that it seemed as if it could well

now, but she was reluctant to appear with him at

anymore.

for morning runs together, have breakfast together, and commute to the office

Imogen, gazing at her momentarily before reluctantly leaving the coffee

corner of the coffee shop, sipping her

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

turned their attention to the blue–clad rider at the entrance, and

entrance to

rider glanced at Imogen, finding her somewhat similar to the description the person on the

meal.”

and

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

other customers averted their gaze as Imogen returned

sipping coffee

to whisper

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

gazes, Imogen ignored them indifferently.

window facing the street almost encompassed the entire cityscape. Of course, it also provided a clear view of the coffee shop opposite.