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.

of silence, he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to

closed, spoke in a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in his throat, “All

the idea of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane felt relieved.

on leaving in his current condition, his body wouldn’t hold

felt for

in dealing with the aftermath of the car accident, he checked the

surveillance footage.

such serious injuries only to find out

be

“Mr.

“Sure.”

slowly opened his

still as water in a bottomless pit, while his

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 filled with resentment.

the neighboring ward. Lane followed closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before

believed that after learning this news, Troy would

sofa, crossing his long legs, lazily leaning against the backrest. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, revealing the

wrist.

ordered, “Find someone to investigate

managed to calm

It was obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due to how clueless and inexperienced

birth before, she should

really given birth before,

or did she have some connection with

certain that during the three years of their marriage,

the child probably had nothing to do with

they hadn’t even recognized each other.

for Liam, if they

in the end, she wouldn’t

hadn’t forgotten that Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising the child on

own.

the question of who the child’s father was.

what Troy wanted to know the most.

any case, everything was way too suspicious,

of the matter before he could

“Understood,” Lane answered.

do it as soon as possible!” Troy urged in a

“I will.”

Imogen and her companions, guided

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

destination was Karl Johans Gate.

the busiest shopping street in

variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand

three of them strolled leisurely along the

pockets, stepping on the thick snow, occasionally glancing

like a

to capture the scenery along the way,

quite

his parents, relatives, and

A Younger Boyfriend

grand and magnificent. The round

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

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

the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle and took

is great, Imogen! You made me look so

have some skills. Maybe you should become our exclusive photographer from now on!”

Imogen furrowed her

photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for

right,” Imogen agreed.

indeed distract herself with something else.

various guides that Charlie had looked up, serving classic dishes from

restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a few phrases in their language.

dishes, the three of them went to