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.”

That’s

the call, Ylah, who was with her, couldn’t help but

will you

most accurate. It was the same reason

about it. So to remain

she signed her name one stroke at a time. Troy’s heart was not with her; why should she force him to love her? It was better to end the marriage that way. And from then on, they were no longer husband and wife in her mind. After settling what had to be fixed, she called in her assistant and declared, “Send this document to Mr. Marshall’s

met Mr. Jordan at the entrance of the CEO’s office. “Mr. Jordan, this is the document Director Forbes wants to give Mr. Marshall. Could

reported things to his boss, and when it was done,

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Chapter 13: Shame

paper. “Sir, Director Forbes wanted to

his eyebrows furrowed.

know after reading it, Sir,” he muttered.

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

and he quickly flipped to the last page. There

neat and

the company’s employees said. Even

long time before closing the folder and leaning against the back of the chair, his brows still

side, Imogen received a phone call from someone close to her

“Imogen, it’s me.”

She tried to

you for a long time. Grandma missed you. Have lunch with me today, okay? I’ll cook your favorite dish!” The

older people must also have heard about the issues circulating

presence.