Chapter 176
Chapter 176 All Over
The lively bonfire came to an end, and the tourists gathered for a group photo before returning to
the bus and heading back.
Meanwhile, a ck car continued to follow them on the way back.
They arrived back at the hotel at four in the morning.
None of the three of them felt sleepy. As they recalled memories of the northern lights and looked
through the photos they took, they chatted joyfully, and their excitement grew.
Charlie picked a few photos and posted them on her Instagram.
In the past, when rumors about Imogen and Troy’s rtionship first began circting, Charlie had
spoken up for Imogen and faced a lot of criticism fromizens.
But when Troy rified the situation, and the narrative turned around, Charlie gained more.
followers for her loyalty to her friend.
Of course, there were those who liked to criticize had imed that Charlie and Imogen weren’t
really friends and that Charlie was just using Imogen to gain public recognition. Charlie didn’t pay
attention to thosements.
She had mentioned her travel ns on Instagram when she decided to go on the trip, and many
fans shared their experiences below her posts.
When leaving Oslo, she shared her traveling experiences in Oslo on Instagram, coupled with
carefully edited photos.
That time around, she posted a grid of nine pictures.
The eight surrounding photos were all photos ofndscapes and the northern lights, while the
center one was a group photo of the three of them under the northern lights.
Thements began to pour in.
Some praised the beauty of the northern lights, some shared their travel experiences, and some
were filled with envy.
Among the amicablements, Charlie suddenly noticed something grating.
[The woman standing on the left in the middle photo must be Ms. Forbes, right? She’s quite
cunning. You defended her on the inte and faced all the bacsh while she stayed quiet in the
background. She’s probably just using you and never saw you as a friend. These rich people are all
shrewd.]
Charlie contemted responding and confronting thementer, but after some thought, she
decided to delete thement instead.
However, Imogen still saw thement before Charlie managed to delete it.
The three of them stayed up chatting until five in the morning.
In the darkness, Imogeny in bed with her eyes closed, carefully reflecting on herself.
She wondered how Charlie mustered the courage to stand up to the keyboard warriors on
Instagram. Fearless was she in the face of all those critics against her in thements and the
even more derogatory private messages people sent her. Imogen wondered why she couldn’t be
like Charlie.
Deep down, she knew she wasn’t as strong as she appeared.
Many a time, her calm appearance was but a fa?ade she worked hard to maintain.
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She feared that Troy would look down on her, knowing that he disliked people who wallow in self–
pity.
Back when she was used of being a third wheel, even if she couldn’t make a post on
Instagram, she could have held a press conference or done a live stream to clear her name.
However, she did neither.
Troy made her suffer, but despite the sadness and frustration she felt, she always swallowed her
grievances and never rebelled.
Over the years, she had been chasing Troy’s footsteps, seeking his approval, and it had be
her habit.
She was used to pleasing him, so even when insulted, she didn’t darein in front of Henry,
fearing his displeasure and disdain.
Even when wronged, she didn’t dare rify herself without his approval, worried he’d get angry and
hate her even more.
Imogen had to thank her two friends. Without them, it would have been hard for her to break free.
During those years of loving Troy, she lost so much of herself.
After
ab that, she wanted to be herself again, considering her own feelings without worrying
about what others thought of her and holding back.
After tossing and turning in bed, Imogen got up in the middle of the night and logged into her
Instagram ount, the one she hadn’t used ever since being cyberbullied. She posted an update.
It’s all over.]
The post was apanied by a photo of her divorce papers.
In an instant, hundreds ofments flooded thements section, and the post was quickly
gaining traction.
Inte users had already spected about Troy’s infidelity, and the post seemed to have
confirmed their suspicions. Thements section was filled with people sympathizing with and
supporting Imogen, berating Troy as trash, and even attacking the woman who Troy had
presumably cheated with.
But for Imogen, none of it mattered anymore.
The moment she made the post, she heaved a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off
her chest.
She no longer had to worry about displeasing Troy, and she would no longer affect him. She
switched off the screen of her phone, closed her eyes, and quickly drifted into sleep. Little did she
know, just a wall away, Troyy in bed, unable to sleep.
Eventually, he took out one of Imogen’s garments from his luggage and held it close to him.
Ever since being discharged, he had moved back into the master bedroom. Only by lying on the
large bed where Imogen spent her nights and taking in her lingering scent could he fall asleep.
Yet not long after, his sleep was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
Lane had called to remind him to check the trending topics on Instagram.
Opening the app, he saw the top keyword on the list was. [Troy and Imogen divorced.]
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He clicked on it and found a recent post from Imogen.
His heart felt like it had been struck hard, a dull ache spreading within him.
“Is she so eager to sever our ties and escape me? Could it be that she’s really interested in that
Erik?” He wondered.
He gripped the bedsheets, restraining the urge to go knock on Imogen’s door, a dark look in his
eyes.
At one in the afternoon, Imogen woke up when Charlie and Alex were still fast asleep.
After checking the time, she decided not to wake them. Daylight was fading, and there wasn’t much
time left for exploring anyway.
While she freshened up, Charlie and Alex got up in their respective rooms.
By the time they headed out after eating, it was already three o’clock in the afternoon, and the sky
was dimming.
As they stepped out, Imogen spotted Yann nearby.
He had just closed the door to the room next to theirs, seemingly about to head out.
Seeing them, he nodded at Imogen and remarked, “Are you staying here too?” Despite their
unexpected encounter, his eyes showed no surprise.
“Are you staying here too? Quite a coincidence. Heading out?” Imogen asked. Yann gestured
toward the adjacent room. “Yes, I’m going out with “Wishing you a great time.”
“Same to you.”
my friend.”
After that brief exchange, Charlie, Alex, and Imogen wandered around the city, exploring Tromso’s
museums, aquarium, library, pedestrian street, and the Arctic Cathedral.
The uniquely shaped Arctic Cathedral had a triangr front, looking stunning against the night sky.
Charlie captured numerous beautiful photos.
By six o’clock in the evening, they found a restaurant and began their meal.
Halfway through, Charlie suddenly swore and pushed her phone toward Imogen. “Imogen, take a
look at this.”
Puzzled, Imogen nced at the screen, which disyed Charlie’s Instagram feed. Troy had created
a personal Instagram ount, gaining millions of followers in just twelve hours. The badge next to
his ount name meant he had his ount verified.
He had posted just once, seemingly in response to Imogen. [A long, winding roady ahead of me,
but I will reach my destination one day.]
Charlie took back her phone, eximing, “Could he mean that he doesn’t want to let go? This is
getting on my nerves.”
Imogen shook her head. “Maybe he is referring to him and Sarah?”
“Who cares? As long as you stand your ground, Imogen.” Alex said.
“I understand.”
Not far away, Troy sat in a hidden corner, overhearing Imogen’s resolute response. He clenched
his fist, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.
She had no lingering attachment.