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.

at the receding street scene. Memories from the past three years flashed through her mind

the glass as if seeing that

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

the car came to

there

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

had no other way to go and didn’t care

and sent a message

a call from Lane.

put on a show. “Hey, what’s the

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

already

corporation held a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me as the

quickly regained her

“Congratulations.”

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

Can’t it wait a little longer?” Imogen asked.

Troy looked at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed could result in

moment, Troy even wished Imogen

had money, she would

Imogen wasn’t like that.

wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and said, “Let’s do it in the

not sure.” Troy replied

you can head to the company, and I’ll wait for you

“Are

you want to wait for

Imogen back home, but then he realized that the timing for dropping her off at home was similar to going to the Courthouse. He quickly

Had This Opportunity

don’t have much to do

of bitterness and regret as Imogen remained resolute

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 up

over Troy’s eyes, so dark that

was public now, but she was reluctant to appear

anymore.

go for morning runs together, have breakfast together, and

dessert for Imogen, gazing at her momentarily

the corner of the coffee shop, sipping her

in hand at the coffee shop entrance, calling out, “Who’s Imogen? Your husband ordered takeout for

at the entrance,

walked to the entrance to retrieve the takeout, and said, “It’s me, thank you.”

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

meal.”

and

often had lunch together at the company, and he knew what she

averted their gaze as

normal activities of sipping coffee and enjoying their

whisper to each other.

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

Imogen ignored them indifferently.

across 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 a clear view of the coffee shop opposite. However, being on such a high floor, Troy had brought