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Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 84

Chapter 84 Wedding Anniversary

Troy paused after hearing what Sarah said.

The scene of Imogen confronting him with red–rimmed eyes came to his mind.

She said, “You must have deep feelings for her. You even used our anniversary to remember her. Since you like her so much, why didn’t you wait for her? Why did you choose to marry me? I’m not the only option for you. Why do you humiliate me like this?”

“I have something to do on that day. We can celebrate earlier or postpone it. You can choose a day,” Troy said calmly, loosening his collar.

Sarah felt upset.

It was apparent what Troy was going to do on that day.

She forced a smile, mustering a playful tone as she linked her arm through his, pretending not to know. “What is it? Can’t you reschedule? It’s been a long time since you celebrated my birthday.” “Sorry.”

“Troy, this is my first birthday after returning to the country. I want to celebrate it with

you…”

“Be good,” Troy said in a deep voice.

Sarah couldn’t force a smile anymore.

As she sat in the car, her expression grew incredibly gloomy.

She had felt something was wrong these days.

Troy was starting to show favoritism towards Imogen.

If it weren’t for Troy’s grandpa, Troy would have divorced long ago…

Liam, Kevin, and the deputy director also got into the car and drove away.

Watching the car leave, Troy turned to Imogen. “Let’s go home.”

After getting into the car, Troy moved closer to Imogen, reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist and pressing up against her.

The scent of expensive perfume wafted over, making Imogen’s stomach churn, nearly causing her

to vomit.

“Stay a bit farther from me,” she said. Her face turned pale as she managed to break free from Troy’s embrace.

“What’s wrong?” Troy frowned slightly. When he noticed Imogen’s distressed expression, his expression darkened.

“I’m fine. I just overate a bit. Let me lean on the side for a while,” Imogen said, moving away from him.

Troy’s eyes dimmed slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

The weekend passed quickly, and a new work week began.

September 20th arrived swiftly.

It wasn’t a weekend, but a Tuesday.

A regular workday.

Before leaving the office that evening, Troy sent a message to Imogen: [Wait for me in the garage after work. We’re going out for dinner tonight.]

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[Okay.]

After work, Imogen headed to the underground parking garage and found Troy’s car. She sat in the passenger seat, waiting for him.

As she lowered her gaze, she noticed a small square box in the console meant for holding a ring.

Imogen opened it and saw a finely designed ring inside.

“Could it be an anniversary gift from Troy?” She thought.

Imogen placed the ring back in the box.

Troy opened the car door and got in. “You’ve been waiting for a while, haven’t you? Let’s go.”

He started the car and drove out of the parking garage.

“Where are we going for dinner?”

“Nacre Restaurant. I’ve already reserved a table.”

“Sounds good.” The car stopped at the entrance of Nacre Restaurant. A valet approached to assist

Troy with parking, and then they entered the restaurant hand in hand.

Following the guidance of a waiter, they were led to their reserved private room.

When the door to the private room opened, Imogen paused in surprise.

The room was beautifully decorated. The dim, romantic lighting, swaying candles, a large bouquet of red roses on the table, and heart–shaped pillows on the sofa all contributed to an atmosphere of romance.

“Congratulations to both of you on your third wedding anniversary. May you live a happy life together. Mr. Marshall arranged this candlelit dinner. Please enjoy your evening,” the waiter said before leaving.

Troy stepped forward and picked up the bouquet of red roses from the table. He stood in front of Imogen and handed her the flowers. “Honey, happy third anniversary.”

Troy’s well–defined features were sculpted like a masterpiece in the dim candlelight. His full eyebrows cast sharp shadows over his eye sockets while his eyes held a gentle warmth.

Holding the bouquet, Imogen felt emotion as he addressed her as honey.

He had never called her that before. It was a term both unfamiliar and yet oddly intimate for her.

“Please, have a seat.” Troy approached and pulled out the chair next to the dining table for Imogen. He took the bouquet from Imogen’s hands and motioned for her to sit down.

The dishes on the table were meticulously prepared by the restaurant as well.

Imogen smiled and asked, “When did you book this restaurant?”

“A week ago.

“How do you feel about this place?”

“It’s nice.”

“I have another gift for you.”

Troy picked up a box from among the flowers on the table and placed it in front of Imogen. “Open

it and see if you like it.”

It was an exquisite, square box about the length of a hand.

Given its size, it might be a bracelet.

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“Well, I’ll open it then.” Imogen cautiously opened the box.

A translucent, fluorescent bracelet appeared before her

When Imogen saw it, she froze.

eyes.

This bracelet bore a striking resemblance to the Ocean Heart she had seen at the auction.

But it wasn’t the Ocean Heart. Troy wouldn’t have taken the bracelet from Sarah and given it to her again.

Seeing Imogen’s pause, Troy explained, “You mentioned that the material of Ocean Heart must be quite large last time, enough for more than one bracelet. So, I had someone keep an eye on it, and it turned out to be true. This is the second bracelet I bought from the owner.”

“Thank you. That’s thoughtful of you.” Imogen closed the box and set it aside.

“Aren’t you going to try it on?”

“I’ll try it on later,” Imogen replied.

Perhaps Troy had paid a considerable price to purchase this bracelet, but Imogen didn’t feel much joy in her heart.

Right from the start, Troy had been focusing his efforts in the wrong direction.

She didn’t want a bracelet that resembled the Ocean Heart.

The Ocean Heart wasn’t hers. She didn’t want a substitute.

But maybe this was her fate. She was always coming after Sarah.

She could only have things after Sarah had them.

Imogen thought about the delicate ring in the car.

In other words, Troy would meet Sarah after having the candlelit dinner with Imogen.

He was such a master of time management.

Imogen tentatively asked, “I saw a delicate and beautiful ring in your car earlier and liked it. Can you give it to me?”

It had been three years since they married, yet they didn’t have wedding rings.

Imogen had bought a pair of rings before, secretly wearing them to the office. But Troy didn’t wear

his. He had said that wearing identical rings would easily draw attention.

Naively, she had suggested, “No one will notice as long as only one of us wears it.”

She took off her ring, but he still didn’t wear his.

He just didn’t want to.

Later, one of the rings from that pair got lost, and the remaining one was left untouched in a

corner.

“That ring was custom–made. If you like it, we can have the designer create a new one for you,” Troy said.

“Why can’t you give me that one and have the designer create a new one for someone else?” Troy chuckled in surprise, “Imogen, what are you talking about?”

“Just consider me having a moment of irrationality.” Imogen lowered her gaze, masking the bitterness in her eyes.

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Why could he give her bracelet to Sarah without a second thought back then?

It all boiled down to his favoritism.

She could never compete with Sarah in his eyes.

Given its design and craftsmanship, that ring must have been in the making for a long time. And he must have put a lot of thought into it.

However, her bracelet was something he just needed to buy.

This was the difference.

But since Troy had spent a substantial amount of money on the bracelet, Imogen was reluctant to dampen his mood.

Troy didn’t pick up on Imogen’s thoughts. He thought she was just being a bit moody. He poured her a glass of red wine, offering. “Care for a drink?”

“Okay.”

The clink of their glasses created a gentle sound.

Imogen raised the glass to her lips and sipped wine before eating.

The candlelit dinner was good. Like the previous time, Troy cut the steak in front of Imogen into pieces and then handed it back to her.

“Thank you,” Imogen said.

“You’re welcome,” Troy said. Imogen tasted a piece of the steak and said, “It’s quite delicious.” “If you like it, I’ll bring you here again next time.”

They raised their wine glasses and clinked them together. With their gazes locked, they drained the wine from the glasses.

Imogen felt her face a bit warm. Whether from the wine or shyness, she couldn’t tell.

“I’m going to the restroom.” Troy put down his tableware, stood up, and went out.

Looking at his tall figure, Imogen touched her slightly flushed cheeks.

If Troy asked to make out with her tonight, she probably wouldn’t refuse.

Suddenly, Troy’s phone, which he had left on the table, rang.

Imogen reached out and picked it up. The caller ID on the screen was Sarah.