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.

from the past three

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

Imogen and said, “I’ve tried my best, but he just

car came to a stop.

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

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

no other way to go and didn’t care if

and sent a message

received a

a show.

the rearview mirror and met Imogen’s gaze. A hint of apology appeared in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Imogen. I

already

a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me

quickly regained her composure

“Congratulations.”

to break free from her and be with the

the matter that urgent? Can’t it wait a little

looked at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed

even wished Imogen was a full–fledged gold

he had money, she

wasn’t like that.

either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and

Troy replied with

I’ll wait for

“Are

want to

for dropping her off at home was similar to going to the Courthouse.

Had This Opportunity

have much to do

a mixture of bitterness and regret as Imogen remained

he now 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

over Troy’s eyes, so dark that it seemed as if it

public now, but she was reluctant to appear

anymore.

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

gazing at her momentarily before reluctantly leaving the coffee shop.

corner of the coffee shop, sipping her coffee

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

their attention to the blue–clad rider at the entrance, and then their gazes collectively shifted

entrance to

somewhat similar to the description the person on the phone had given him. He handed

meal.”

her seat and opened the takeout

and he knew what she liked. He had ordered her favorite

gaze as

of sipping coffee and

started to whisper to

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

Imogen ignored them indifferently.

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.