Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 39.1 Cold War

The car drove into the hospital, and Troy found a parking space to stop. With ease, he located the

psychologist’s consultation room and knocked on the door before entering.

“Mr. Marshall, you’re here. Miss Page’s diagnosis is over today, and the situation has not improved.

Instead, it has become even more serious. I just gave her a sedative, and she fell asleep,” the

psychologist informed Troy.

Troy listened with a solemn expression and replied, “I see.”

“Mr. Marshall, I hope you can take this matter to heart. Miss Page’s condition has greatly improved

before, but she has suddenly taken a sharp turn in the past two days, and the situation is very bad. It

may turn into severe depression, which will be difficult to handle at that time.”

“Okay,” Troy nodded, feeling a sense of responsibility for Sarah’s well–being.

He walked to her bedside and looked at Sarah’s pale face, feeling particularly guilty in his heart; He

couldn’t forget the time when she was a gentle and lively girl, and how her condition changed due to

him, leading to her mental illness and personality changes. She had even attempted suicide several

times. He couldn’t afford to disappoint her now.

Troy sat on a stool by the bed, silently contemplating the situation.

After some time, Sarah woke up in a daze and asked, “Troy, is that you? Am I dreaming? Why are you

here?”

“Sarah, it’s me. I’ve come to see you,” Troy replied with a gentle smile.

She looked up at him with a gentle expression and requested, “Troy, could you take a leave tomorrow?

Could you accompany me to go shopping?”

“Of course,” he agreed without hesitation, wanting to support her in any way he could.

After returning from the police station, Imogen continued to work.

Charlene had been keeping an eye on her, observing Imogen returning alone. This brought a sense of

satisfaction to Charlene.

Meanwhile, Imogen received a call from her grandmother. She called to check on Imogen.

“How is my Imogen? Did you go to yesterday’s charity dinner? How did you feel?” Her grandmother

inquired.

Imogen smiled and replied, “It was great, and the desserts inside were very delicious.” The old lady

chuckled and teasingly said, “You just knew how to eat dessert, but didn’t you ask Troy to get you a

piece of jewelry or something?”

“Troy gave me a bracelet, it looks very nice,” Imogen shared with excitement.

“Okay, okay. Bring it back for Grandma to see when you have time. This stinky boy might be quite

thoughtful,” the old lady said happily, gnaware that Sarah had also attended the charity dinner.

“Certainly,” Imogen agreed with a smile.

“By the way, Imogen, I have two tickets for the Grand Theater in my hand. It’s for tomorrow night, and

the famous Eryc Taylor Dance Troupe is in town for a tour. Someone gave them to me, but I don’t really

care about it. Why don’t you go see it with Troy? You young people will definitely like it,” the old lady

suggested kindly.

“This…” It goes without saying that this is the second attempt at matchmaking by the old lady. Imogen

doesn’t know whether this is a good idea or not.

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When the old lady sensed Imogen’s hesitation, she immediately said, “Don’t worry, I’ll personally talk to

Troy. How dare he refuse?”

“Okay.” Imogen gave a short answer. The old lady told some random things before hanging the phone.

When Imogen returned to the office, she received a message from Troy telling her to wait for him. after

work. She was still pissed off because of what happened a while ago. She gave Troy a simple okay as

her answer.

As Imogen was about to close her phone screen, Charlie also sent her a Facebook message. “Imogen,

do you want to go shopping tomorrow on Saturday?”

Imogen realized that she hasn’t been shopping recently, and with the new fashion season launching

soon, she’rlikely be busy again and won’t have much time for leisure. So she replied, “Okay, what time

will we meet tomorrow?”

“Let’s meet at Time Square at nine o’clock,” Charlie replied.

Imogen was excited. It has been a while since she last went out.

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Chapter 39.2 Cold War

Chapter 39.2 Cold War

Troy had arrived at the office just in time. Imogen and Troy headed home together.

“Have

you handled the matter at the police station?” Troy asked.

“Well, I’ve taken care of it.”

“Did Grandma ask you to go see a dance drama tomorrow night?” Troy inquired.

Imogen looked at him and asked, “Did you agree?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Have you considered that it might not be a good idea for us to do this? If news of our divorce is

announced one day, Grandma will be devastated. You shouldn’t have agreed. Refusing once in a while

would also put Grandma’s mind at ease.”

Troy sneered, “Why don’t you refuse then?”

“It wasn’t me who proposed the divorce, so why should I be the villain?”

“Don’t you want to get divorced? That’s the same thing.”

Unable to come up with a response, Imogen changed the subject and said, “I have plans tomorrow.

You can just head to the Grand Theater first.”

“As you say.”

Troy glanced out of the car window and fell silent.

The car pulled into the villa, and they both got off, one after the other.

“Sir, madam, you’re back,” the housekeeper greeted them with surprise. She was aware of the issues

between the husband and wife, and lately, they rarely come back together.

“Auntie, what’s for dinner tonight?” Imogen asked, changing the topic.

“I bought fresh yams at the market today, and I made red bean and barley yam congee, along with

sauced beef and steamed dumplings. It will be ready soon.”

“Okay.”

Troy went upstairs, while Imogen sat down on the sofa and casually turned on the TV.

She isn’t particularly fond of watching TV dramas. She just finds it comforting to have the TV on in the

living room, adding a touch of life to the atmosphere.

In a moment, Troy came down from upstairs.

Imogen looked up and saw that he had changed into more comfortable attire, a few strands of broken

hair hanging in front of his forehead, and the neatly trimmed blue stubble on the back of his neck gave

him a youthful look.

Troy was about to walk towards the single sofa when he saw Imogen lifting her hand and rubbing her

shoulder. He altered his steps and stood behind Imogen, asking, “Have you been tired lately?”

“Yes,” Imogen nodded.

Troy placed his big hand on Imogen’s shoulder and gently massaged it for a while. “Casey has set up a

resort on the outskirts of the city. We could go and relax there after this busy period of work.”

“Let’s discuss it later.”

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At that time, their divorce might have already been finalized.

Troy remained silent and continued massaging Imogen’s shoulder. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Much better.”

Troy’s massage technique was really good.

It seemed he must have practiced it over these three years.

Soon, the housekeeper brought the dinner to the table.

Sitting down, Troy handed Imogen a steamed dumpling.

“Thank you,” Imogen suddenly remembered something and asked,” By the way, where is my gift?”

Troy paused, his expression slightly unnatural, “That bracelet, Sarah really liked it.”

Imogen’s heart ached, but she managed a faint smile. “It’s okay, I don’t need that piece of jewelry. Just

give it to her.”

She could easily let go of a piece of jewelry, let alone her husband.

“I’ll get you another piece. If you have any jewelry you like, I’ll transfer the money to you.

“We can talk about it later,” Imogen said lightly, focusing on her food.

Troy glanced at her face, his mouth twitching slightly, and his eyes dropping.

The atmosphere at the dinner table turned a bit tense.

Imogen ate congee in small mouthfuls. After finishing the bowl, she “I’m full. I’ll go upstairs first.”

put

down her spoon

and said,

“I understand.”

Troy nodded, watching Imogen’s figure as she left, his grip on the chopsticks tightening slightly. After a

simple dinner, he went back to his room to find his wallet, pulled out his black card, and went straight to

the master bedroom.

“Imogen, you…”

Halfway through the speech, Troy walked into the bedroom, his eyes blank.

The bedroom had become quite deserted and bare, with many things missing.

Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that Imogen’s daily necessities were no longer there.

An empty bed.

Had Imogen moved out of the master bedroom?

Why?

Troy walked out of the bedroom and called out, checking each guest bedroom one by one.

Pushing open the door of the first guest bedroom, it was pitch black and empty.

The second guest bedroom was the same.

The third one had a light on and was filled with Imogen‘ s items. The bed was covered with a soft

blanket, and Imogen was sitting against the backrest, engrossed in her phone.

“What’s the matter?”

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