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.

like to change to another ward?

eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse

of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane

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

felt for

dealing with the aftermath of

surveillance footage.

it weren’t for Imogen, Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries only to find out about that kind of news.

be

a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the

“Sure.”

opened his

and still as water in a bottomless pit, while his eyes were bloodshot.

eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a

ward. Lane followed closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing it on the table in front of Troy and asking, “Mr. Marshall, is there anything you need me

believed that after learning this news,

the backrest. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, revealing the stainless steel watch

wrist.

“Find someone to investigate what happened during

for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down and comb

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

before, she should have had some experience.

birth before, her child

the child’s existence, or did she have some connection with him?” He wondered.

three years of their marriage, Imogen

down, he realized that the child probably had nothing to do with Liam.

even

Imogen’s concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if

the end, she wouldn’t abandon

that Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising the child on

own.

that was left was the question of who

wanted to

was way too suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just let

uncover the truth of the matter

“Understood,” Lane answered.

do it as soon as possible!” Troy urged

“I will.”

short rest at the hotel, Imogen and her companions,

after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on

first destination was Karl

was said to be the busiest shopping street

street, antique buildings stood, housing a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded them somewhat of Sacia City’s

three of

stepping on the thick snow, occasionally glancing around,

like a tourist at all.

camera to capture the scenery along the way, occasionally

rate there was quite high, making luxury

full of shopping bags, while Alex 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 shopping

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

from Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen

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

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

looked at the phone and exclaimed, “Wow! This is great, Imogen! You made me

Maybe you

Imogen furrowed

in. “Yes, yes, you should be our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation and not

right,” Imogen agreed.

indeed distract herself with something

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

such cold weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a

three of them went to get drinks.