Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 250

Chapter 250 Break Her Freedom

As usual, Erik blocked his parents and the elders, lest they would inquire about his things after knowing that he fell in love with a girl.

Erik didn’t block others, and he was unwilling to block them, for Instagram was used to share the good news with his friends.

Not long after he posted, his friends, classmates, and colleagues sent blessings.

Among these blessings was a comment from Nicolas: [Wish you happy forever.]

Erik replied: [Thank you, Mr. Marshall.]

Afterward, Nicolas sent the screenshot of this post on Instagram to Troy.

Troy stared closely at the pair of interlocking hands on the screen of the mobile phone, his extremely gloomy.

eyes

In the photo, the small hand was fair and slender, looking like a woman’s hand at one glance. Troy and Imogen had been married for three years, so how could he fail to recognize Imogen’s

hands?

Nicolas was so considerate that he even sent Troy the screenshots of the comments below and Erik’s replies.

Although there were only emojis and pictures on the Moment, by looking at the blessings in the comment area and Erik’s replies of gratitude for them, it was self–evident that Erik revealed his romantic relationship with Imogen through this Instagram.

Troy’s big hand holding the mobile phone was slowly tightened, and the veins on the back of the hand were bulged. Under the calm expression, there was an intense gloom in his eyes as if a beast in his body woke up, roaring wildly, clamoring to tear Erik up.

“Imogen! You do a fucking good job!” Troy thought angrily.

The day before, Imogen promised Troy that she would no longer deliberately alienate him and allow him to compete fairly with Erik.

And on this day, Imogen knew Troy’s attitude towards Sarah and knew that Troy really liked Imogen.

As a result, Imogen stayed with Erik in the evening!

‘Does Imogen like Erik that much?

What does she take me for?‘ Troy thought.

Troy gritted his teeth, suppressed the soreness in his throat, and turned off the phone.

He leaned weakly on the back of the sofa, with one arm on his eyes. The uncontrollable anger erupted violently in Troy’s heart like a volcano eruption, with half of the sky burning red by the scarlet flames, thick smoke curling up to cover the clouds and the sun.

In the shadow side of Troy’s heart, a dark idea broke through the cold and damp soil bit by bit, slowly sprouting and growing up.

“Since Imogen is not obedient, I will lock her up to break her freedom. In this way, she will stay by my side obediently.” Troy thought.

“Troy, what’s the matter with you?” The childish voice of Grace came to Troy’s ears, her tone full of worry.

Troy’s irritable heart.

Troy took his arm away, opened his eyes, and looked at Grace. “Grace, I’m fine but just a little

tired.”

“Troy, you have to go to bed to rest immediately,” said Grace.

Troy shook his head. “I will accompany you to wait for Imogen to come back.”

Grace glanced at his watch and yawned. “It’s almost nine o’clock. Imogen may be back soon, right?”

“Maybe…” Troy murmured in a low voice, a glint of darkness flashing in his eyes.

With her little head nodding, Grace couldn’t hold it anymore, and then she fell asleep lying on the sofa.

Troy carried her to the ward bed and covered her with a quilt.

He sat on the sofa alone, staring at the door and waiting for Imogen to come back.

After Imogen sent Erik home, she drove back to the hospital alone.

When Imogen reached the door of the ward, she knocked on the door. As she pushed the door open to go in, she ran across Troy’s gloomy gaze.

Imogen was stunned for a moment and then regained consciousness. Looking around, she saw the bulge on the ward bed. “Did Grace already fall asleep?”

“Yes.” Troy’s burning gaze followed Imogen tightly. His eyes were as deep as a pool as if Troy wanted to see through Imogen.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Imogen felt restless due to Troy’s stare.

Troy looked down. “Nothing. Do you want to take Grace back or let her stay here for one night?”

Imogen smiled. “It’s better to take her back. It’s inconvenient here.”

Imogen walked to the bed.

Grace was wrapped in the quilt, with only a small head outside.

Grace closed her eyes, looking peaceful. She smacked her small lips from time to time, extraordinarily cute.

Imogen couldn’t bear to wake Grace up at this moment.

Imogen reached out and gave Grace a dig on her face, feeling as soft and tender as a baby’s skin. When she retracted her hand, she inadvertently bumped into the person behind her. When Imogen turned her head, she suddenly found that Troy had stood quiet behind her. His eyes were extremely gloomy, staring at her without blinking.

As their gazes intertwined, for some reason, Imogen felt that her back seemed to be touched by a ghost and felt cold all over. She swallowed and said calmly, “Troy? Why don’t you make a sound when you walk?”

“You were too focused to hear my footsteps,” said Troy.

“Really?” Asked Imogen.

“Yes,” answered Troy.

Imogen only felt that Troy was gloomy the whole night.

She didn’t think more and only wanted to wake up Grace to leave here together.

“Grace…”

As soon as she spoke, Imogen felt pain in the back of his neck. Imogen couldn’t see anything as her mind went blank, and then she passed out.

Troy caught the fainted Imogen and fixedly looked at her beautiful and charming face with

fascinated eyes.

He slowly bent down, kissed Imogen’s brow lightly, and murmured, “Imogen, don’t blame me…”

In Galaxy Villa, hearing the sound of a car engine coming from the courtyard, Sue came out to take a look. “Mr. Marshall, aren’t you in the hospital? Why are you back at this time?”

Her grandson’s condition had improved. Knowing that Troy was hospitalized due to stomach bleeding and was about to undergo surgery, Sue returned two days early and planned to go to the hospital the following day.

Troy closed the car door and walked around to the passenger side. He carried out the unconscious. Imogen and said, “Grace fell asleep in the back seat, and you carry her back to the room to sleep. If she wakes up and asks about Imogen, you can just say that Imogen is sleeping.”

“Okay,” Sue responded without doubt and carried Grace upstairs from the car.

Troy went directly to the bedroom with Imogen in his arms.

He put Imogen on the big bed, leaned over to stare at Imogen’s face, and couldn’t help but kiss her soft lips.

Taking advantage of Imogen’s unconsciousness, Troy kissed Imogen’s lips, making them red and swollen.

Seeing Imogen’s tranquil sleeping face, Troy sighed silently and thought, “Imogen is the most obedient when she is sleeping.”

He took off Imogen’s shoes, scarf, jacket, skirt, etc., leaving only the underwear on Imogen’s body.

The scene in the night in Norway suddenly flashed through Troy’s mind that Imogen was the same as this time, with her close–fitting underwear perfectly outlining her beautiful shape…

Troy’s gaze swept over Imogen’s body slowly, with his breathing gradually heavy.

Troy looked away, covered Imogen with a quilt, and carefully removed her makeup.

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When a massage sounded, Troy took out Imogen’s mobile phone from her coat pocket and unlocked her phone.

It was a message from Erik: [Imogen, are you home?]

Troy’s eyes turned sharp, suppressing the inward manic beast, and he replied: I am home now.]

Erik: [That’s good.]

Troy continued: [It’s getting late. I’m going to wash up. Good night.]

Erik: [Imogen, good night.]

Troy flipped through the chat records about Imogen and Erik with his finger.

The chat records were normal, showing no intimacy between them, but it could be seen that they often ate together recently.

Troy thought, “Maybe the intimacy between them was in their real life.”

Troy turned off the phone with a gloomy expression and put it aside.

Chapter 250 Break Her Freedom

After washing up, Troy changed into pajamas, lifted the quilt, and lay beside Imogen. He grabbed Imogen and hugged her into his arms.

It’s a long–lost feeling for Troy.

Finally, he embraced Imogen again.

Sniffing Imogen’s hair and body fragrance fascinatedly, Troy closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

At the night, Troy was awakened by a murmur from Imogen.

“Dad… Dad.”

Imogen seemed to have a nightmare, occasionally talking during the sleeping time and sleeping precariously.

Troy reached out and touched Imogen’s forehead, feeling astonishingly hot.

Imogen had a serious fever.

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