Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

years

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.

a few seconds of silence, he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to another ward?

in a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in

Troy didn’t bring up the idea of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane

truly worried that if Troy insisted on leaving in his

really felt

aftermath of

surveillance footage.

such serious injuries only to

be quite

to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will come to clean

“Sure.”

slowly opened his

dull and lifeless, calm and still as water in a bottomless pit, while his eyes

having slept all night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he exuded a fierce aura that was

glass of water before placing it on the

believed that after learning this news, Troy would make

the backrest. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his

wrist.

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

managed to calm down and comb through

something he had been suspicious of from the beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s

should have

birth before, her child

disregard the child’s existence, or did she

that during the three years of their marriage, Imogen

child probably had nothing to do with Liam.

they hadn’t even

if they had a child together, she would

in the end, she wouldn’t

thought about divorcing him and raising

own.

question of who

what Troy wanted to know the most.

suspicious,

uncover the truth of the matter before he

“Understood,” Lane answered.

possible!” Troy urged in

“I will.”

rest at the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by Charlie,

had arrived just after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on

first destination was

to be the

numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded them

three

her pockets, stepping on the thick snow,

like a tourist

her phone’s camera to capture the scenery along the way, occasionally stepping into a store

quite high, making luxury shopping very

had also bought several reasonably priced items, intending to bring them back to give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you take a picture of me?” Charlie stood in front of a building, waving the

A Younger Boyfriend

building was in typical gothic style with towering spires, distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were adjacent

bags from Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen, saying,

enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted to engage her more and make her

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

This is

“Imogen, you have some skills. Maybe you should become our exclusive

Imogen furrowed her brows.

be our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation and not taking

right,” Imogen agreed.

figured that she should indeed distract herself with something else.

that Charlie had looked up, serving classic dishes from

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

dishes, the three of them went