Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

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Chapter 167 Her First Man

As soon as Troy thought about the possibility that it might be true, he was quickly caught up in a whirling vortex of emotion.

Veins pulsed on his forehead as he gritted his teeth, struggling to stop himself from losing his temper.

He and Imogen couldn’t have a child together.

Yet, she had a child with another man!

He thought, “Who is that man? Was he her first man? He actually let Imogen give birth alone and didn’t take responsibility for her? If I know who he is, I swear I will tear that person into shreds!” Then, he recalled Imogen’s wish to go abroad with Liam all along, so he wondered if that man could be Liam.

He thought, “Do they have a home together abroad? Have they been together since she was in her junior year?”

Flames of anger flared in the corners of his heart, its flames burning more fiercely with each. passing moment, almost consuming Troy’s sanity.

All the while, Lane leaned against the wall outside the ward, as still as a statue, quietly perking up his gars to listen carefully.

There was no sound coming from the ward.

It was as if there was no one inside.

Lane thought to himself, “Mr. Marshall must be very sad right now, silently reminiscing about the past, licking the wounds in his heart, and digesting all the bitterness.”

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a deafening noise echoed from the ward, causing Lane to shudder.

Following that came a series of crashing sounds.

If one listened closely, one would be able to distinguish the thud made by a table being overturned, the friction of a sofa being moved, the sharp and piercing sound of glass shattering, and the clang of something dropping to the floor…

Lane cringed in fright, thankful that he had come out.

He could vividly imagine Troy kicking over a table in a fit of

rage.

The ward fell into silence once again following that cacophony of noises.

After what felt like an eternity, a hoarse voice finally came from inside, “You can go back now.”

The voice sounded relatively calm, but with careful listening, one could detect a hint of weariness and bitterness beneath the surface.

Lane glanced at his phone. It was already eleven at night.

Given the situation, he figured Troy wouldn’t be getting any sleep at all.

Lane arrived at the hospital ward early the next morning.

Upon entering, a heavy smell of cigarette smoke filled the air, so thick that it was suffocating.

The room was in complete disarray, with the table overturned, the sofa moved, and everything scattered on the floor.

Troy sat on the armchair, leaning against the backrest. His legs were crossed, his arms rested on

the armrests, and his eyes, which were tightly shut, had dark circles underneath.

It seemed that he was in the same position when Troy left the day before.

The floor in front of him was covered in a thick layer of cigarette ash.

Cigarette butts were strewn everywhere, too numerous to count.

Lane sighed and walked to the window across the room, opening it to let in fresh air.

“Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to another ward? I can have this place cleaned

a long while, Troy, with his eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper

Troy didn’t bring up the idea of leaving

worried that if Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition, his body wouldn’t hold

felt

dealing with the aftermath of the car

surveillance footage.

weren’t for Imogen, Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries only to

be quite

a while, and when he returned a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will come to clean up here

“Sure.”

slowly opened his eyes.

still as water in a bottomless pit,

His brows

pouring him a glass of water before placing it on the table in

after learning this news, Troy would make a

pinched the bridge of his

wrist.

ordered, “Find someone to investigate what happened during Imogen’s third year

in the ward smoking for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down and comb through everything, pin–pointing several

of from the beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due to how clueless and inexperienced she

should have

birth before, her child

completely disregard the child’s existence, or did she have some connection with him?”

during the three years of their marriage, Imogen

down, he realized that the child probably

even recognized each other.

her fondness for Liam, if they had a child together, she

Liam abandoned her in the end, she wouldn’t abandon the child to

Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising the child

own.

all that was left was the question

was what Troy wanted

any case, everything was way too suspicious, and Troy

to uncover the truth of the matter before he could lay his

“Understood,” Lane answered.

it as soon as possible!” Troy

“I will.”

Imogen and her companions, guided by

after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on the ground. However, that didn’t dampen their enthusiasm for

was Karl

be the busiest shopping

including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded them somewhat

a lot of pedestrians, and the three of them

hands in her pockets, stepping on the thick snow, occasionally glancing around, her pace

didn’t look like a

using her phone’s camera to capture the scenery along the way, occasionally

there was quite high,

give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you take a picture

A Younger Boyfriend

simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were

took the shopping bags from Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen take

professional photographer, but he could tell that Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted

Imogen could refuse, Charlie handed her the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle and took a few pictures for Charlie.

This is great, Imogen! You made me look so

Maybe you

Imogen furrowed

should be our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re

right,” Imogen agreed.

that she should indeed distract

chose a local restaurant based on various guides that Charlie had looked up, serving classic dishes from the

weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a few phrases in their

dishes, the three of them went to