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.”

Thank you, Troy. That’s nice of

the call, Ylah, who was with her,

started. “But what if Imogen reveals their marriage to the public? What will you do?” Sarah glanced at the blackened screen of her phone and said confidently, “She

intuition was the most accurate. It was the same reason she realized

it. So to remain on Troy’s side, she was

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

his way there, holding the document, he met Mr. Jordan at the entrance of the

to his boss,

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Chapter 13: Shame

Director Forbes wanted to

baffled, and his eyebrows furrowed. “What document is it?”

you’ll know after reading it,

his hand, and Mr. Jordan left the office. When left alone, he opened the folder

eyes widened, and he quickly flipped to the last page. There he saw Imogen’s

and

that Imogen’s signature was as beautiful as the company’s employees said. Even her signature in a divorce agreement fell within expectations.

time before closing the folder and leaning against the back of the

phone call from someone close to her

“Imogen, it’s me.”

call?” She tried to

you. Have lunch with me today, okay? I’ll cook your favorite dish!” The older woman

Imogen knew that the two older people must also have heard about the issues circulating online and on the news,

presence.