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.

looked out of the car window at the receding street scene. Memories from the past three years flashed through her mind like

reflection in the glass as if seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again, whose eyes held only

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

came to a stop.

thoughts, looked at the road ahead, and asked, “Is there a traffic jam?” Troy

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

to go and didn’t care if

discreetly picked up his phone and sent a message

a call from Lane.

button and put on a show. “Hey, what’s

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

already

shareholders‘ meeting

momentarily surprised, then quickly regained her composure and said,

“Congratulations.”

with

it wait a little longer?” Imogen

delayed could result in losses of millions, even billions of

Troy even wished Imogen was a full–fledged

as he had money, she would never

Imogen wasn’t like that.

wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze,

Troy replied with vague

and I’ll wait

“Are

you want to

off at home was similar to going to

This

have much

of bitterness and regret

“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

eyes, so dark that it seemed

relationship was public now, but she was reluctant

anymore.

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

Troy ordered coffee and dessert for Imogen, gazing at

corner of the coffee shop, sipping her coffee

a blue–clad rider arrived with food in hand at the coffee shop entrance, calling out, “Who’s

at the entrance,

the voice, Imogen stood up, walked to the entrance to retrieve the

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

meal.”

and

Troy often had lunch together at the company, and he knew what she liked. He had ordered her favorite

averted their gaze as Imogen returned

resumed their normal activities of sipping coffee

started to whisper to each

it’s not surprising that

those various gazes, Imogen ignored

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 a