Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 61

Chapter 61 He Would Always Just Say Sorry

Imogen opened the call log and saw dozens of missed calls and a few text messages from Troy. She opened each message one by one. The first one: [Imogen, where are you? I’ll come pick you up.]

The second one: [I can explain the news.]

The third one: [I’m sorry.]

Seeing those words, Imogen smiled.

He was sorry.

He was always sorry. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He would always just say that.

Though he knew he was sorry for her, he continued to do something to hurt her.

The time of the fourth message was much later than the first three: [Imogen, your interview at the hospital entrance got maliciously edited. I’ve already arranged for it to be suppressed. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up. Remember to call me when you see this message.]

Imogen searched on Instagram and indeed found news about herself, which was recently posted by several influencer accounts.

The media titled this news. “The Latest Response From Imogen, Who Had an Affair With Troy.” What did she respond?

Nothing at all.

Influencer accounts and the media were portraying Imogen’s attitude as feeling guilty and unwilling to respond directly. The comments below were full of criticism towards Imogen and discussions about her appearance.

Netizen 1: [I’m an onlooker. I don’t understand what men are thinking nowadays. Sarah is so beautiful. Why would he go for a mistress? This woman is far from comparable to Sarah.]

Netizen 2: [It clearly shows that a man’s infidelity is not because of how attractive that woman is but rather about seeking novelty.]

Netizen 3: [As the saying goes, a mistress is better than a wife.]

Meanwhile, a batch of videos emerged on major video platforms showing Sarah’s beauty during this period.

Among them, the highest–viewed video had a title. “Troy’s Affair Partner Vs. Troy’s Marriage Partner.” There were countless videos like this gaining popularity.

Besides, there was also a trending topic with a hashtag: “Marshall Group’s official account liked a post.”

Once clicked, there was a picture posted by someone showing a section on Marshall Group’s official account titled “Instagram posts he liked.”

That Instagram post was an influencer account accusing Imogen of being a mistress.

However, checking Marshall Group’s official account now, netizens found the likes had been canceled.

But it still sparked speculation.

Netizens were discussing, saying it must be concrete evidence. Even the employees from Marshall

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Group couldn’t stand if and covertly sought justice for Sarah.

Imogen knew that Marshall Group’s Instagram account and other platforms‘ official accounts were managed by the public relations department.

Imogen briefly skimmed through it and then exited Instagram.

Just as she was about to switch off her phone again, Troy’s call came in.

Imogen quickly declined the call and switched off her phone.

She

put her phone back in her bag and went to a coffee shop, ordering a cup of coffee and sitting on a high stool, eating her hamburger while drinking her coffee.

A young man sat next to her at some point. He held a cup of coffee and glanced at Imogen a few times before gathering the courage to speak, “Miss, can I add you as a Facebook friend??”

Imogen froze for a moment, smiled faintly, and shook her head. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Sorry for bothering you,” the young man quickly said, and his ears turned red.

After finishing the hamburger and the coffee, Imogen stayed at the coffee shop for a while before leaving.

She walked leisurely along the sidewalk by the street.

After an unknown amount of time, she saw a clubhouse across the street. On a whim, she crossed. the road and went inside, heading straight to the basement floor.

The basement floor held a bar.

The bar wasn’t crowded right now, and the lighting was bright.

There was a beautiful singer on stage with a soulful voice singing folk songs.

Imogen sat at the bar, and the bartender asked, “Miss, what can I get for you?”

Imogen was about to speak but suddenly realized she couldn’t drink alcohol while pregnant. After hesitating for a moment, she said, “Give me a glass of Sprite.”

The bartender was speechless.

He had a look on his face as if he was thinking, “Are you kidding me?” But he still brought Imogen a glass of Sprite. “Miss, enjoy your drink.”

“Thank you.”

Imogen took the glass and found a booth in the corner to sit down, looking at the singer on stage, her thoughts drifting off somewhere.

This

song was about love. The singer’s voice wasn’t outstanding, and her pitch was average. Perhaps because there weren’t many customers at the moment, her singing seemed somewhat lazy.

But it caused Imogen’s eyes to well up with tears, and her heart felt a dull ache.

All the emotions she had held back for the whole day suddenly burst out at this moment.

For ten years, she had watched Troy grow from a naive college student into the powerful CEO of Marshall Group.

He was the goal she chased after, the light in her darkest nights, and the only story she had for the past ten years.

She crawled out of the darkness, covered in mud, and used all her strength to run toward him.

In their three years of marriage, she had devoted herself completely and exhausted all her

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passion.

He tried his best to be a good husband.

But it was fake, after all.

Time cannot stay, and he had long gone to pursue his beloved, leaving her waiting foolishly, hoping he would turn back.

In his heart, she was never his wife but an underground lover, a hidden existence.

For three years, he visited Sarah every year but never told Sarah that he was already married. Just as Sarah said, in a relationship, the one who isn’t loved is the mistress.

She was the mistress intervening between Troy and Sarah.

How sweet it was a few days ago, and how painful she felt now.

It turned out that all the good things he did to her were acting, and they all had a purpose. She finally understood.

She would no longer believe in him.

“Imogen? It’s you! I’m so lucky to run into you here.”

A familiar voice came from beside her. Imogen turned her head and saw a man, fully armed with only his eyes visible, sitting across from her.

Imogen recognized he was Liam at a glance. She suppressed her emotions, smiled faintly, and said, “Liam, what’s going on recently? How come I keep running into you everywhere?” Liam pulled down the mask a little. “I had lunch with the people from the TV station earlier.” He pointed to the clubhouse upstairs, tilting his head as he looked at Imogen. “I thought you might not be in a good mood and would come to the bar, so I came here. But I didn’t actually run into you. I sent you a message on Facebook. Why didn’t you reply?” “Sorry, my phone was turned off.”

“Are you here to find some peace and quiet?”

Although it was a question, his tone was firm.

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Imogen pursed her lips and didn’t deny it. She picked up her glass and took a sip of Sprite. “Don’t let that online news affect you. I hate those heartless reporters and media outlets who create rumors just for the sake of attention.”

Liam had watched today’s news, thinking that Imogen was upset because of it. He tried to comfort her.

“When I first debuted, I used to care a lot about the comments online. But over time, I slowly understood that they are just one of eight billion people in the world. They are strangers I’ve never met.

They will never understand me. They just vent their frustrations online based on a few words from the media. Why should I care about them? My life is much more interesting than theirs. -How many people will remember this after this wave of attention passes?”

Imogen smiled. “You’re right.”

But what she cared about was never the comments online. What she cared about was Troy’s behavior.