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.

street scene. Memories from the past three years flashed through

if seeing that

sixteen–year–old Imogen and said, “I’ve tried my best, but he just doesn’t love

came

out of her thoughts, looked at the road ahead, and asked, “Is there a traffic jam?” Troy glanced at Imogen through the rearview mirror and answered,

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

he had no other way to go and didn’t care if his thought was absurd.

phone and

a call

show. “Hey, what’s

apology appeared in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Imogen. I can’t go to

you already resigned?”

was announced, and the corporation held a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm

surprised, then quickly regained her composure and

“Congratulations.”

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

it wait a little longer?” Imogen asked.

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

a brief moment, Troy even wished Imogen was a

had money, she

wasn’t like

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

replied

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

“Are

to wait for

dropping her off at home was similar to going

Had This

have much to do anyway.”

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

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 head

that it seemed

tears. Their relationship was public now, but she was reluctant to appear

anymore.

morning runs together, have

Imogen, gazing at her momentarily

in the corner of the coffee shop,

food in hand at the coffee shop entrance, calling out, “Who’s Imogen? Your

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

voice, Imogen stood up, walked to the entrance to retrieve the takeout, and said, “It’s me,

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

meal.”

her seat and opened the

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

customers averted their gaze as

of sipping

whisper to each

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

Imogen ignored them indifferently.

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