Read Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper Chapter 317,2

Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 317,2

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Chapter 317.2 The Truth Revealed(2)

Troy remained silent, his large hand gently resting on her shoulder, offering a comforting pat.

However, Imogen suddenly felt the urge to push his arm away and stood up abruptly, taking a few steps away from him. She spoke with a cold tone, “Don’t touch me!”

Troy’s hand hung in the air, frozen.

He understood Imogen’s emotions at that moment.

Her father’s death was ultimately the result of Leo and Troy’s actions, as they had been manipulated by someone else.

Troy bore significant responsibility, and Imogen was understandably furious with him.

“Imogen, I know you’re hurting right now, and if you want to yell at me or hit me, I’ll accept it. Just don’t keep everything bottled up inside.”

Imogen’s emotions were in turmoil, and she clenched her fists tightly. She closed her took a deep breath.

With her teeth gritted, she managed to say two words, “Fuck off!”

Imogen turned and left Frank’s office.

“Imogen…”

Troy immediately followed.

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Imogen stopped in her tracks without looking back and said, “Don’t follow me. I need some time alone.”

“Alright.”

Troy replied, standing still and closing his eyes.

“She must hate me now,” he thought.

For Sarah’s sake, he had sacrificed Imogen’s feelings multiple times, and it had all turned out to be a farce.

In the car, Imogen leaned back against the seat, feeling utterly drained.

The moment she had learned the truth, her resentment toward Troy had reached its peak.

Rationally, she knew that Troy had been deceived just like her.

But emotionally, she couldn’t help but blame him.

Why had he accepted Sarah, even though he clearly didn’t like her?

Why hadn’t he seen through Sarah’s lies and motives?

Why had he indulged Sarah so much?

Love ran deep, but so did resentment.

All the suppressed grievances and injustices from their marriage erupted at that moment

How many times had he chosen to believe Sarah over her?

How many times had he protected Sarah?

How many promises had he broken because of Sarah?

How many times had she seen him rush off because of one call from Sarah?

Imogen remembered vividly the day they were being intimate in bed, and Sarah had played her

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disappearing act. He had left without a second thought, and she had tried to hold him back, only to be met with his accusation, “Imogen, why do you have no empathy?”

Imogen had thought that she had long forgotten these painful memories, but now they flooded back as vividly as if they had happened yesterday.

Troy’s favoritism towards Sarah due to her supposed “psychological trauma” had caused Imogen considerable hurt. novelbin

Now, Troy was telling her that he had been deceived by Sarah, too.

The entire kidnapping had been orchestrated by Sarah, and he had tolerated her behavior because he had believed her trauma to be real.

If the kidnapping was real, that means he was loyal and empathetic. If the kidnapping was fake, that means he had been deceived.

How innocent he was.

In the end, she was the one who had suffered the most.

Nothing could bring back what was lost.

Her father couldn’t return, and her child was gone forever.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She cried until there were no more tears left. Eventually, she opened her eyes, her face still contorted with pain, and her eyes sensitive to the light.

She had no desire to see Troy right now.

Imogen considered her options and decided to call Frank to let him know she was leaving and to ask him to convey the details of the case.

Frank agreed and Imogen thanked him before ending the call.

Frank took the phone away from his ear and turned to look at Troy. “Imogen said she was leaving first.”

Troy said, “In that case, I’ll leave too.”

“Mr. Marshall, goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

As Imogen drove away, she wandered aimlessly through the city.

She spotted a bar along the way and decided to stop.

She parked her car and headed towards the bar’s entrance.