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.

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

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

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

the car came

her thoughts, looked at the road ahead, and asked, “Is there a

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

go and didn’t

his phone and sent a message to Lane.

Troy received a call from

show. “Hey,

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. There’s an

you already

and the corporation held a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me

quickly regained her composure and said,

“Congratulations.”

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

matter that urgent? Can’t it wait a little

Troy looked at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed

Troy even wished Imogen was

long as he had money, she would never leave him.

Imogen wasn’t like

fallen in love with her either. Imogen lowered her gaze, thinking, and said, “Let’s do it in the afternoon. When

not sure.” Troy replied with vague

you can head to the company, and I’ll

“Are

sure you want to wait

home, but then he realized that the timing for dropping her off at home was similar to going to the Courthouse. He quickly swallowed the words that were on

Had This Opportunity

have much to

bitterness and regret as Imogen

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

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

she was reluctant to

anymore.

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

and dessert for Imogen, gazing

the coffee shop, sipping her

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 around the interior

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

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

meal.”

and

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

averted their gaze as Imogen returned to her

resumed their normal activities of sipping coffee

started to whisper to

Building, so it’s not surprising that there were people who had heard about Imogen

Imogen ignored them

the Marshall Building 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