Chapter 158
Chapter 160 He No Longer Had This Opportunity
As they exited the hall, they were greeted by a cold wind carrying a scattering of white kes. It was
snowing.
Imogen looked up at the sky.
Troy looked at Imogen. “Should we head back now?”
Imogen nced at the sky. The snowfall was intensifying. Driving on the highway might not be very
safe.
“Let’s stay here for the night. We can head back tomorrow when the snow has stopped.” “Okay.”
Troy took off his coat and draped it over Imogen’s shoulders. Just as Imogen was about to refuse, Troy
said, “You’ve recently given birth. You need to take care of your health.”
“Thanks.”
“You don’t need to thank me…”
Troy wanted to say, “You’re my wife. It’s what I should do.”
But in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to say those words.
They had been married for three years, and he had over a thousand days and nights to call her his
wife.
It was just that he never did.
Now he no longer had that chance.
How Troy wished that this heavy snowfall could continue forever, nevering to an end.
Then, they would remain here forever, never returning to that ce that had caused her so much
sorrow.
They also wouldn’t get divorced.
However, hope was just hope.
The snow stopped in the evening.
The next day, they embarked on their journey back.
As they exited the highway, Imogen said, “Let’s go back and get our documents, then head straight to
the Courthouse!”
She nced at her watch and said, “We still have an hour left, which should be enough.” Even though
he had long known her intentions, hearing these words still caused a tremor in Troy’s heart. It felt like
something was blocking him, leaving him no way to relieve the pressure. At this moment, his emotions
were asicy and biting as the weather outside, chilling him to the bone, just like the coldness of a snowy
landscape.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the intensity. His throat felt as if it
were filled with sand, hoarse and painful. With difficulty, he managed to speak,
“Alright.”
The two of them returned to the vi, retrieved their documents, and got back into the car. Troy started
the car slowly and drove towards the Courthouse.
It was extremely quiet in the car.
Imogen looked out of the car window at the receding street scene. Memories from the past three years
shed through her mind like a fleeting glimpse.
She gazed at her reflection in the ss as if seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again, whose eyes
held only Troy.
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The twenty–five–year–old Imogen smiled at the sixteen–year–old Imogen and said, “I’ve tried my best,
but he just doesn’t love me. You wouldn’t me me for that, would you?”
Suddenly, the car came to a stop.
Imogen snapped out of her thoughts, looked at the road ahead, and asked, “Is there a traffic jam?” Troy
nced at Imogen through the rearview mirror and answered, “Yeah.”
Seeing Imogen still looking out the window, Troy closed his eyes, and a ridiculous thought shed
through his mind.
At this point, he had no other way to go and didn’t care if his thought was absurd.
He discreetly picked up his phone and sent a message to Lane.
Soon, Troy received a call from Lane.
Troy pressed the answer button and put on a show. “Hey, what’s the matter? Okay, I got it…”
After ending the call, Troy looked in the rearview mirror and met Imogen’s gaze. A hint of apology
appeared in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Imogen. I can’t go to the Courthouse right now. There’s an urgent
matter at thepany…”
“Haven’t you already resigned?”
“Grandpa’s will was announced, and the corporation held a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me as the
chairman of the board…”
Imogen was momentarily surprised, then quickly regained herposure and said,
“Congrattions.”
He was finally able to break free from her and be with the one he loved. Furthermore, he achieved
sess in his career.
“Is the matter that urgent? Can’t it wait a little longer?” Imogen asked.
“No, I’m afraid not.” Troy looked at her regretfully. “Every minute dyed could result in losses of
millions, even billions of dors.”
For a brief moment, Troy even wished Imogen was a full–fledged gold digger.
So, as long as he had money, she would never leave him.
Unfortunately, Imogen wasn’t like that.
If Imogen were that kind of person, perhaps Troy wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen
lowered her gaze, thinking, and said, “Let’s do it in the afternoon. When will you be avable?”
“I’m not sure.” Troy replied with vague uncertainty.
“Then you can head to thepany, and I’ll wait for you at the coffee shop downstairs.”
“Are
you sure you want to wait for me?”
Troy was about to suggest driving Imogen back home, but then he realized that the timing for dropping
her off at home was simr to going to the Courthouse. He quickly swallowed the words that were on
the tip of his tongue.
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“Sure. I don’t have much to do anyway.”
“Okay.” Troy cleared his throat, feeling a mixture of bitterness and regret as Imogen remained resolute
about the divorce.
Even though he was the one who proposed the divorce, he now found himself reluctant about it. Troy
dropped Imogen off at the coffee shop across from the Marshall Building and hesitated again. “It’s
almost noon. Why don’t youe with me to the office and take a break in the lounge?” Imogen shook
her head and said, “No need, I’ve already resigned. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to show up at the
office again.”
A shadow crossed over Troy’s eyes, so dark that it seemed as if it could well
up with tears. Their rtionship was public now, but she was reluctant to appear with him at the
company
anymore.
He fondly reminisced when they used to go for morning runs together, have breakfast together, and
commute to the office side by side.
“That’s fine.” Troy ordered coffee and dessert for Imogen, gazing at her momentarily before reluctantly
leaving the coffee shop.
Imogen sat in the corner of the coffee shop, sipping her coffee lightly.
After about half an hour, a blue–d rider arrived with food in hand at the coffee shop entrance, calling
out, “Who’s Imogen? Your husband ordered takeout for you!”
All the customers in the coffee shop turned their attention to the blue–d rider at the entrance, and
then their gazes collectively shifted around the interior of the coffee shop.
Hearing the voice, Imogen stood up, walked to the entrance to retrieve the takeout, and said, “It’s me,
thank you.”
The blue–d rider nced at Imogen, finding her somewhat simr to the description the person on
the phone had given him. He handed over the takeout to her and said, “Enjoy your
meal.”
Imogen returned to her seat and opened the takeout packaging.
Imogen and Troy often had lunch together at thepany, and he knew what she liked. He had
ordered her favorite foods.
The other customers averted their gaze as Imogen returned to her seat.
Some resumed their normal activities of sipping coffee and enjoying their desserts.
Some started to whisper to each other.
After all, it was right across from Marshall Building, so it’s not surprising that there were people who
had heard about Imogen and Troy.
Facing those various gazes, Imogen ignored them indifferently.
The executive office of the Marshall Building across the street was even more spacious and well–lit
than the CEO’s office. Arge floor–to–ceiling window facing the street almost epassed the entire
cityscape. Of course, it also provided a clear view of the coffee shop opposite. However, being on such
a high floor, Troy had brought a pair of binocrs to get a closer look.
He watched as Imogen finished her lunch and sat quietly in the coffee shop, waiting.
An indescribable anxiety welled up in Troy’s heart.
What should he do?
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Troy smiled wryly.
It was he who took the initiative to let go.
But when the time came, only then he realized that letting go was this difficult.
He regretted it!
He didn’t want a divorce, not at all!
Troy closed his eyes, and another lousy idea crossed his mind again.
An hour after Imogen had lunch, she received a call from the driver.
“Hello, Mrs. Marshall, where are you? Mr. Marshall had let me take you home.”
Imogen frowned slightly and asked, “Where is he?”
“Mr. Marshall went out for socializing and got drunk. He has already been brought back home.”
Imogen provided her address, and the driver arrived shortly after to pick her up and take her back
home.
As Imogen entered the living room, she asked Sue, “Where is Troy?”
“Mr. Marshall was drunk and sleeping upstairs.” Sue answered. She then silently said to herself she
didn’t intend to deceive Imogen.
Imogen walked upstairs with a hint of doubt, pushed open the door to Troy’s room, greeted by a strong
smell of alcohol.
Troy was lying on the bed, fully clothed and sleeping soundly.
“Troy?” Imogen walked up to the bed and called him, “Troy?”
Troy frowned slightly and continued sleeping.
He seemed totally wasted.
Imogen shook her head and smiled at herself in self–deprecation.
She almost mistakenly thought that it was Troy trying to dy their divorce.
How could that be possible?
After the divorce, he would be able to be with Sarah.
Imogen turned around and left.
Suddenly, Troy grabbed her hand and murmured in his sleep. “Imogen, I love you.”
and was