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Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 40

Chapter 40.1 We Can’t Never Meet Again

Imogen’s heart raced as the door suddenly opened, and she looked up to find Troy entering the room. He closed the door behind him and questioned her choice of moving into this particular

room.

“I want to change my surroundings and maybe move back in the future,” Imogen replied, wondering if there was a connection between Troy and her decision.

Troy seemed concerned, pulling out a black card and placing it on the bedside table. He pushed it gently toward Imogen and said, “If there’s anything you like, feel free to buy it.”

She glanced at the black card but declined his offer, saying, “No, you can take it back. I’ve never lost anything.”

Troy insisted, feeling remorseful, “This is my promise to you. I broke it, and I should compensate you.”

Imogen still refused, expressing that she didn’t need anything from him.

“Don’t push me away, Imogen,” Troy pleaded. “I know you’re trying to distance yourself from me, but we don’t have to be strangers. Despite the divorce, you’re still cherished by my grandparents, and we’ll still see each other. Let’s face it calmly.”

Imogen struggled with his words, realizing that his indifference towards her was simply because he had no feelings for her. She wondered if he wanted her to calmly accept his relationship with Sarah.

Feeling disheartened, she finally gave in, softly saying, “Just leave it there.”

“Good night,” Troy bid her farewell before leaving the room.

On Saturday morning, Troy woke up early and went for a run. In the living room, the housekeeper noticed his presence and greeted him.

Troy paused near the door and asked, “Do you know why Imogen moved out of the master bedroom?”

The housekeeper explained, “I forgot to tell you, but on Tuesday, someone sent a threatening package to her. It had some foul–smelling substance that spilled on the bedsheet and floor. That’s why she moved out.”

Troy was taken aback and questioned why he hadn’t been informed earlier.

“I called the police,” the housekeeper replied, “but you were away on a business trip, and she didn’t want to bother you.”

Curious about the culprit, Troy probed further, “Who was it?”

“It turned out to be a high school student, one of Sarah Page’s fans,” the housekeeper revealed.

As the conversation ended, the housekeeper’s familiarity with news related to her employer became evident.

Over the past three years, she had been employed by a kind and generous family, and she was very content with her job.

During this time, she observed the young couple’s transformation from strangers to a loving pair, seemingly detached at first, but now seemingly divine in their relationship.

Whenever she returned home to teach her son, she would mention how she wished him to learn from Mr. Marshall.

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However, things took an unexpected turn as Mr. Marshall, like many other men, started seeking another woman after just three years of marriage.

On a particular Tuesday, something significant happened involving one of Sarah’s fans, and Troy finally understood why Imogen had been so emotionally charged that day.

She had expressed her feelings, saying, “Am I just being wronged for nothing? Am I being scolded for nothing?”

Troy couldn’t help but feel a mix of bitterness and complexity in his heart.

He quietly ascended the stairs and approached Imogen’s room, gently opening the door. Peeking inside, he saw her sleeping soundly, a sight that made him realize she never locked her door at night.

Imogen lay curled up on her side, her hair scattered on the pillow, and her small face almost concealed beneath the blanket. This posture indicated a sense of insecurity.

Memories of ten years ago resurfaced, when he had returned to the old house to find a new girl there. She had timidly called him ‘Elder Brother,‘ and though he wasn’t particularly concerned about the addition to the family, the girl’s polite and sensible demeanor left an impression. A decade had passed, and on the corner he overlooked, she had grown into a strong and graceful woman, much like a blooming plum blossom.

Troy decided not to disturb her as she was about to wake up, so he quietly left the room.

Around 8 o’clock, Imogen woke up, had breakfast, tidied up, applied makeup, and headed out near 9 o’clock. She hurried to Time Square.

Charlie waited in a coffee shop, waving at Imogen as she approached.

Entering the coffee shop, Charlie offered her a cup of freshly brewed coffee, saying, “I ordered it for you, and it’s still hot.”

“Thank you,” Imogen replied, taking a seat on a high stool and sipping the milk tea through a

straw.

Charlie suggested, “Shall we go to the third or fourth floor later?”

Both areas were dedicated to clothing.