Chapter 164


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    Chapter 164 Everything Had Been a Lie


    “No need. The previous divorce agreement still stands. The Gxy Vi is yours. I’ll move out,”


    Troy said indifferently, though his heart ached deeply.


    Imogen shook her head. “You can have it back. If you don’t want it, I’ll just list it with an agent to


    sell.”


    Back when they had signed the divorce papers, she had wanted this vi.


    Everywhere within its walls held memories of their three years together. She wanted to keep it, to


    reminisce about those moments, and she didn’t want Sarah to take it over.


    But now, she no longer desired the vi. Past memories only brought her pain and regret. Since she


    had decided to let go, she might as well abandon everything from the past.


    Hearing her say this, Troy felt as if he’d been drenched with ice water. A heavy weight pressed


    down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.


    She really wanted to sell the vi where they lived together for three years without leaving any


    memories behind?


    She wanted to get rid of him just like that?


    “I should leave now.” Imogen grabbed her bag and left the hospital room.


    Troy closed his eyes andy back, powerless. It felt as if a piece of his heart had been brutally


    ripped out. The pain was so intense that his entire body felt numb, as if caught in a cold wind.


    She was gone.


    He would no longer have a valid excuse to see her.


    Unless he schemed and plotted, their meetings would be rare.


    It would be just like any other divorced couple. Each lived their separate lives without interference.


    Troy’s fists clenched involuntarily, the knuckles turning white, making a creaking sound.


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    Back at the vi, Imogen began packing.


    She put her suitcase on the floor and, as she turned to get clothes from the wardrobe, a little cat


    jumped into the suitcase, meowing at her.


    Imogen patted Mochi’s head, and Mochi affectionately licked her fingers.


    Of course, Imogen intended to take Mochi with her. However, she nned to go on a trip soon and


    couldn’t bring Mochi along, so she decided to leave him at a pet hotel the next day.


    By the time she finished packing, including her father’s belongings, it was around 10 p.m.


    Holding Mochi, she stood at the top of the staircase, looking down.


    This was the ce where she and Troy had lived together for three years. Every carefully


    arranged corner reflected her aspirations and desires for their future married life.


    When they had first moved in, she had been so joyous, optimistic, and hopeful.


    Post–wedding life had some differences from her imagination, but she had been very content.


    They would wake up together every morning, go for a run, or he would work out at the she


    practiced yoga.


    gym


    while


    She would choose his suits and ties for the next day and help him put them on before he left.


    She loved watching him in a suit. It entuated his broad shoulders and lean figure. She admired


    him when he would speak at meetings, exuding control and leadership.


    She also loved watching him work at his desk,pletely focused, reminding her of her father. But


    above all, she loved their intimate moments when he would lose himself, making her feel on cloud


    nine. Their sweat–drenched skins pressed closely together, and every time, her heart would race


    intensely for him.


    She was irresistibly lost in it.


    She thought, after over two years of harmonious living, that Troy had at least some affection for


    her.


    But Sarah’s return shattered her sweet dreams.


    Everything had been a lie.


    He had been ying a role, deceiving her for three whole years.


    The night before his business trip, he could still be intimate with her and ask her to wait for him.


    “Meow…”


    Mochi’s meow interrupted Imogen’s thoughts, pulling her out of her memories.


    Since she had already decided to move on, all those memories now belonged to the past.


    There was no need to reminisce.


    Imogen carried Mochi down the stairs.


    The next morning, as she was about to take Mochi to the pet hotel, she ran into Sue, who had


    returned.


    “Sue, why are you back?” Imogen asked.


    “Lane came over. Mr. Marshall doesn’t need me to take care of him anymore,” Sue replied with a


    smile, “Mrs. Marshall, where are you taking Mochi?”


    “Sue, he and I are divorced. Please don’t call me ‘Mrs. Marshall‘ anymore. I am about to go on a trip


    and was thinking of leaving Mochi at a pet hotel for a while.”


    “Why not leave him here? Mochi is used to this ce. Taking him to a pet hotel might upset him.


    He’s still so young.”


    Imogen looked hesitant. “But this is his vi. Leaving Mochi here might not be appropriate.” “It’s fine.


    Mochi was brought home by Mr. Marshall. It’s okay for him to stay here for a few days. And this


    large vi won’t be sold immediately. Plus, I’m still here. If Mr. Marshall really sells the vi, I’ll take


    Mochi home with me. Mochi is familiar with me, and I really like him.”


    Leaving Mochi in Sue’s care seemed better than the pet hotel.


    After a pause, Imogen said, “Thank you, Sue. Please take good care of Mochi.”


    “Don’t worry, Ms. Forbes. I’ll make sure Mochi is well–fed and happy.”


    Imogen then made another trip to the Marshall vi.


    Since she and Troy had already ended things, she had to inform his grandmother,


    After she gave birth, La didn’te to see her. It must have been Troy who kept it from La.


    La was very perceptive and had probably guessed what was going on.


    Chapter 164 Everything Had Been a Lie


    “Imogen, you’ve been wronged. It’s good that you’ve left. Troy is not worthy of you. No matter what,


    you are always my granddaughter. You shoulde to see me often, alright?” “Grandma, I know.


    No matter my rtionship with Troy, you will always be my grandma.” La went to the study and


    took out a document, saying, “This is what Henry left for you. He said, if you divorce Troy, give this


    to you. He was worried that you’d be wronged after the divorce.” The document was an inheritance


    from Henry for Imogen. It included cash, real estate, and storefronts. The amount was substantial.


    Combined with what Troy promised in the divorce. agreement, as long as Imogen stayed away from


    gambling and drugs, it would be enough for her to live luxuriously for the rest of her life.


    At the end of the document, there was a white paper with a message written on it.


    “Imogen, by the time you read this letter, I would have already passed. In my life, I experienced ups


    and downs and faced many storms. I was at peace with everything except for your rtionship with


    Troy. There are things that Troy, being directly involved, couldn’t see, but as an observer, I could


    see clearly. The way you looked at Troy, it was the same way I looked at your grandmother back in


    the day. I knew you are a good child, and how I wished that you could be with Troy, continuing the


    glory of the Marshall family.


    “I selfishly hoped that you would never have to read this letter.


    “But I didn’t want to force you either. You’ve been wrongedtely, and even if Troy hase to his


    senses, it might be toote. If you choose to separate from Troy, I won’t me you. I wish for your


    happiness.


    “As long as you are happy, I would be content:”


    After reading the letter, Imogen’s face was full of tears.


    She cried and rushed into La’s embrace, her heart aching as if pricked by needles, “I was unfilial,


    always causing Grandpa to worry for me…‘


    In the past, the knot in Imogen’s heart was her father’s death. Now, there was another, the death of


    Henry.


    “Good child, it’s not your fault. As long as you live well, Henry, wherever he is, will be at peace, and


    I will be reassured.”


    “Grandma, I will. I’ll cherish every day of my life.”


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