Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 13: Shame

The deafening silence filled the room. However, halfway through it, Troy found his voice to speak, “I’m sorry, I’m just worried.”

‘Sorry,‘ the word echoed in her mind. ‘Ah.”

They were married for three years; that was all she ever received–a simple word, “Sorry.”

“I’m sorry. I will compensate you whatever you want but don’t involve Sarah. She doesn’t know about our marriage, so don’t do anything to her.”

Hearing that made Imogen smile bitterly.

This was Troy, her husband. He was apologizing, but there was a threat if she considered putting Sarah in danger.

It was all tiring, so instead of defending herself, she said, “It’s up to you.”

After that conversation, she strode out of his office. It could be seen in her expression how disheartened she was.

All that Troy could do was look at Imogen’s vanishing figure. He squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes darkened.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Troy glanced at his phone screen and answered the call.

“We are trending again. I’m sorry, Troy, it won’t happen again,” Sarah’s voice came from the other side of the line.

There was no response from him, so Sarah called his name again. That was when Troy regained his composure. He blinked before answering, “It’s okay. I’ve already dealt with it, and it won’t impact you.”

Troy. That’s nice

the call, Ylah, who was

What will you do?” Sarah glanced at the blackened screen of her phone and said

the same reason

but Sarah still knew about it. So to remain on Troy’s side, she

divorce papers from the folder and placed them on her table. She was in a daze for a long time before; finally, she signed her name one stroke at a time. Troy’s heart was not with

what she ordered. On his way there, holding the document, he met Mr. Jordan at the entrance of the CEO’s

reported things to his

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Chapter 13: Shame

“Sir, Director Forbes wanted

baffled, and his eyebrows furrowed. “What document is

anything. I think you’ll know after reading it, Sir,” he

alone, he opened the folder and saw the prominent characters: the divorce

his eyes widened, and he quickly flipped to the last page. There

neat and

was as beautiful as the company’s employees

the papers for a long time before closing the folder and leaning against the back of the chair, his brows

phone call

“Imogen, it’s me.”

tried

long time. Grandma missed you. Have lunch with me today, okay?

must also have heard

presence.