Category: Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Papers by Josie Johnson Free Online (Imogen Forbes and Troy Marshall)

Chapter 10: Siblings

As tensions rose at the dinner table, not only were the Marshall Group’s staff upset, but even Sarah’s team members found it hard to maintain their composure. Under the table, Sarah’s assistant discreetly tugged at Ylah’s sleeve, urging her to ease the situation.
However, Ylah appeared determined not to back down and maintained her defiant posture.
Imogen, staying composed, calmly asked, “So, you’re suggesting that Grandpa Henry only cares about business relationships and not emotional ones, Ms. Willy?” Ylah’s face stiffened, and she quickly defended herself, “No, that’s not what I meant.” Just then, the door opened, and Troy and Sarah entered side by side.
Troy, with his striking looks and prestigious background, and Sarah, beautiful and successful in her career, made an envy–inducing pair. Everyone couldn’t help but admire them together.
The product manager leaned over to Imogen and whispered, “Mr. Marshall and Ms. Page make a perfect match.”
Imogen’s heart pricked, and she forced a smile, standing up to welcome the two of them to their seats.
“Mr. Marshall, you’re too kind. Please sit here. Sarah, join us as well,” Ylah said, taking the lead and arranging for Troy and Sarah to sit together.
Others also stood up to welcome them, and the atmosphere eased slightly.
“Let’s all take our seats.”
With Troy’s words, everyone settled back down.
The atmosphere at the dinner table turned friendlier, and Ylah and others initiated a conversation, occasionally teasing Troy and Sarah.
Troy didn’t talk much, but when he did, his words were on point, drawing everyone’s attention.
Amidst the lively banter, Imogen remained unusually silent. With Troy and Sarah present, she felt unnoticed by the rest of the group.
At one point, Ylah glanced at the food on Sarah’s plate and reminded her, “Sarah, be mindful of your appetite. Celebrities have to manage their bodies carefully.”
Sarah playfully responded, “Oh, you’re right.” She then placed a piece of pork belly on Troy’s plate. “Troy, I can’t finish this. Would you mind helping me out?”

In front of them sat a spicy pork stew, the meat immersed in a pool of fiery red chili oil sauce.
Knowing that Troy had a delicate stomach and disliked spicy food, Imogen was about to warn him, but before she could speak, he calmly picked up a piece of meat and ate it without flinching.
Imogen’s words got stuck in her throat, and she swallowed them back, realizing that she had almost unintentionally insulted herself. It reminded her that even something as unpleasant as arsenic would taste sweet if offered by someone she liked, much like these spicy chili peppers.
When someone offered a toast to Imogen, she politely declined, citing recent gastrointestinal discomfort, and opted for sparkling water instead of wine.
As the drinking continued, Ylah steered the conversation back to Imogen and casually asked Troy, “I heard that Ms. Forbes is your sister, and she worked under your command. You two must be very close!”
Troy glanced at Imogen and then at Sarah beside him, responding calmly, “We brought her in at Grandpa’s request.”
To others, his reply seemed normal. After all, when Imogen joined the Marshall family, Troy was already twenty years old, and they hadn’t grown up together. There was no real sibling bond between them.
But for Imogen, those words cut deep, causing fresh pain to surge within her heart. She couldn’t tell if Troy was deliberately distancing himself from her in front of Sarah or if it was a genuine reflection of his feelings.
Perhaps it was both.
After three years of marriage, it seemed that she still hadn’t managed to truly touch his heart. All his actions toward her over the years were perhaps only for the sake of appeasing Henry.
Putting on a faint smile, Imogen replied, “Mr. Marshall and I have a purely
professional relationship. There’s neither a good nor a bad connection between us. However, Ms. Willy, it appears you’re quite curious about me.”
Ylah boldly grinned, saying, “We’ll be working together, so it’s only natural to be a bit curious, Ms. Forbes. But if you’re uncomfortable with my questions, I’ll forget everything I heard here.”
The dinner extended for over two hours, and as it came to an end, the workday was also drawing to a close.
Imogen suggested that everyone leave work first before she headed back to her office.
At 8 pm, she turned off the lights and prepared to leave. Yet, she noticed that the CEO’s -office was still brightly illuminated.
Hesitating for a moment, she mustered the courage to approach Troy’s office and knocked on the door.
Receiving a response from inside, she pushed the door open and asked, “You still have an appointment even in the evening?”

Chapter 9: Awakening from a Dream

Three years ago, when Imogen was still in college, she made sure to return to the Marshall family’s mansion every day, despite the distance between her school and the mansion, just to catch a glimpse of Troy whenever he came by.
And one day, she didn’t miss Troy’s arrival. However, she didn’t expect that instead of feeling gleeful at seeing him, her world crumbled as Troy was with someone. And that someone was Sarah. What was worse was he introduced the latter to his family as his girlfriend.
She saw them embrace and kiss in the backyard, witnessing her dreams shatter into pieces. She had always believed that she would only be able to admire Troy from afar, but then fate surprised her. She ended up marrying Troy, and at the time, it felt like a dream, too good to be true.
But dreams always have a way of ending.
Sarah was the one who brought her back to reality.
In her heart, a delicate pain arose, but Imogen managed a faint smile. “Long time no see, Ms. Page. You look even more radiant and charming.”
It seemed she could no longer bring herself to say the word “sister–in–law” anymore. Sarah smiled back and said, “Thank you, you look wonderful too. By the way, Imogen, I remember you’re a big fan of L.X., And coincidentally, she happened to be a friend I met abroad. So before I returned to Canada, I asked her to sign a record for you.” Imogen felt like she had been struck by lightning. The composed and reasonable woman was at a loss, like a clown entertaining everyone with laughs while harboring her own pain.
Her eyes darted hesitantly to Troy, silently pleading for him to clarify that it was he who had arranged the gift, not Sarah.
But Troy looked at her indifferently, delivering a piercing blow to her heart. “What? Don’t you like the gift Sarah brought you?”
Imogen’s face went numb, unable to express any emotion.
After what felt like an eternity, she gathered herself and spoke calmly, “Let’s discuss personal matters privately. We’ve waited long enough; let’s focus on the business at hand.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Sarah agreed and turned to Troy. “Troy, you could go back to the office. Remember to have lunch with me together at noon.”
“Yeah, I won’t forget,” Troy answered and turned to leave.
Imogen watched Troy leave with a bitter taste in her mouth and a heavy heart.
She had believed that maybe, just maybe, Troy held a small glimmer of affection for her.
But it had all been a delusion.
The meeting finally ended at 3 pm in the afternoon. The teams from both sides exchanged handshakes, but beneath the surface, Imogen’s heart remained troubled and broken.

Imogen organized the folders before her and addressed the team, her voice filled with appreciation. “Thank you all for your hard work. I’ll treat everyone to a meal. There’s a new restaurant downstairs that serves really authentic cuisine.”
Ylah Willy, Sarah’s agent, replied graciously, “Thank you for your kind gesture.”
As both teams headed to the elevator together, Ylah walked beside Sarah and inquired, “Ms. Page, Mr. Marshall mentioned wanting to have dinner with you. Why don’t you invite him to join us?”
Sarah smiled, replying, “I’ll ask him, but I’m not sure if he’ll agree.”
Ylah countered, “Oh, come on! He’s always been so kind to you.”
Sarah’s assistant playfully teased, “Ms. Page, don’t be too humble. It’s obvious you have a great relationship with Mr. Marshall. As soon as you returned to Canada, he got you the endorsement from McKesson. That says a lot.”
Sarah brushed off the banter, looking at Imogen apologetically. “Imogen, please go ahead with everyone. Troy and I will join you shortly.”
Imogen felt a flutter of emotion as she saw Sarah’s smile. She nodded silently, placing the folders back in the office. Taking charge, she reserved a private room at the restaurant downstairs, ordered some appetizers, and set the tone for a lively atmosphere. Handling events like these was second nature to her.
The staff from both teams engaged in cheerful conversations and laughter, enjoying the gathering. Ylah then turned her attention to Imogen and asked the group, “I’ve heard of Ms. Forbes for a while now. She must have considerable experience with the company.”
The product manager beamed, patting Imogen on the shoulder with pride. “Indeed! Despite her young age, Imogen has been with us for three years and has achieved remarkable success. She was instrumental in promoting last year’s popular MOBA mobile game as the market consultant.”
Ylah probed further, “I heard Ms. Forbes is related to Mr. Marshall, his sister perhaps?”
The product manager seemed uncomfortable and remained silent. Even though no one explained, it was obvious that Ylah was implying that there had been underhanded means, which was why Imogen achieved all of those.
Even so, Imogen remained composed, offering a warm smile. “That’s true. That’s why I’m truly grateful to Grandpa Henry for taking care of me.”
“You really should because it’s a privilege to have Mr. Marshall’s personal mentorship,”
Ylah remarked, her words carrying a subtle undertone.
Noticing the tension, Imogen’s colleagues looked displeased. However, Imogen maintained her composure. “Well, my father and grandfather were close friends, but despite that fact, I’m still very thankful that I didn’t have to struggle on the streets.”
Ylah persisted, attempting to create an awkward atmosphere. “Is it because your father donated his liver to Mr. Marshall?”

Chapter 8: Bittersweet Generous

Imogen took a deep, heavy swallow, suppressing the sourness that threatened to overwhelm her throat. “But Sarah’s image doesn’t align with the product theme,” she said.
Troy shrugged, his tone resolute. “That’s on you now. You have the means to make it work. This endorsement is crucial for Sarah, and you’ll have to oversee the entire process.”
Numbness spread over Imogen, her face stiff and devoid of emotion. She struggled to comprehend the situation and how Troy could expect her to manage this delicate situation.
‘Does he truly believe I’m just a robot, devoid of feelings?‘ Imogen lamented internally. ‘Doesn’t he understand how painful this is for me?‘
“Okay. I will do my best,” Imogen managed to say, her voice hoarse and strained, as if each word was an immense effort.
In the restroom, Imogen felt the turmoil within her erupt. She retched repeatedly, but nothing came out. She gently caressed her lower abdomen, seeking solace for herself and the tiny life growing within her.
The mirror before her reflected a woman with a pale face and reddened eyes. Imogen splashed cold water on her face, attempting to regain composure.
‘You can handle this. You’re strong, just like you promised your father,‘ she reassured herself. ‘And now, you have another reason to be strong–the baby inside you.‘
Returning to her office, Imogen called Lyka to apologize and appease her. She arranged another endorsement for Xena with a smaller perfume brand, promising that Xena would be a priority for future opportunities. Only then did Lyka relent.
Afterward, Imogen gathered her department staff for a meeting to discuss three potential options for Sarah’s endorsement. She also instructed her assistant to arrange a meeting with Sarah’s agent to finalize the details.
The day proved exhausting, but Imogen refused to let herself falter. She focused on her tasks, determined to deliver the best results.
Finally, she found herself alone in her office, looking wearily at the divorce agreement lying before her.
She flipped through it briefly, her heart heavy with mixed emotions. Troy’s generous offer of two villas, two luxury cars, and three million dollars felt ironic, considering the circumstances.
‘Bittersweet generosity,‘ she thought, managing a bitter smile.
The next day, Imogen hurried to the conference room, followed shortly by Henry, the Director of Operations, the Product Manager, the Chief Designer, and other staff members. However, after a few minutes, Sarah and her team had not yet arrived.

Growing impatient, Imogen turned to her assistant and said, “Go outside and contact Sarah’s agent. Urge them to hurry up.”
Not long after, the assistant returned and reported, “Ms. Forbes, I’ve urged them. They said they’ll be here soon.”
The morning dragged on, and the Operations Director and others expressed dissatisfaction with the delay.
Annoyed, Imogen turned to her assistant again and asked, “What’s the phone number of Sarah’s agent? Send it to me.
me”
Before the assistant could respond, a group of people finally entered the room through
the door.
“Ms. Page. Mr. Marshall, why are you here too?” asked one of the staff members, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Sarah, wearing a stunning goose yellow long dress, clung tightly to Troy’s arm. And Troy, dressed impeccably in a suit she had picked out for him earlier that morning. As the staff observed their intimate behavior, they exchanged knowing glances, seemingly understanding the rumors circulating for a long time. Sarah Page, the Movie Star, was Mr. Marshall’s first love, and the rumors appeared to hold some truth.
Imogen felt a faint pain in her heart, but she clenched her fingers and composed herself. “Mr. Marshall, Ms. Page, since you’re here, let’s start now,” she said, trying to remain professional.
Troy had once said that after their divorce, he would still treat her like a younger sister. But Imogen knew that former couples could never truly be friends. The emotions were too complex, and she couldn’t bear to witness the depth of love between Sarah and Troy. It was torture Imogen couldn’t endure. So, after the divorce, she decided to keep her distance from them.
Sarah was pleasantly surprised to see Imogen and took her hand, saying, “Imogen, you’re here too.”
Imogen glanced at Sarah’s hand, then discreetly withdrew her own, offering a faint nod in response.
Unaware of the turmoil inside Imogen, Sarah continued, “I know we aren’t as close as we used to be, but I still remember when you were in college, you used to call me sister–in–law.”
The remark hit Imogen like a punch to the gut, making it hard for her to breathe. Ms. Forbes was Troy’s foster sister, and Sarah seemed very familiar with her, implying a closer relationship with Troy.
Imogen had always known that she could never compete with Sarah, especially when it came to the bond between her and Troy.

Chapter 7: I Couldn’t Let the Child be Born

Troy’s stern gaze swept over Imogen’s expressionless face and then shifted to Charlene, sending a cold shiver down their spines. “You two are truly interesting,” he stated with a firm tone. “As directors, you argue and fight in front of the employees. Is this the example you wish to set for our company?”
The employees, cowed by Troy’s presence, hastily retracted their necks and avoided eye contact, captivated by the tense exchange before them.
Seizing the opportunity, Charlene swiftly spoke up, attempting to turn the tables in her favor. “Mr. Marshall, I was simply working when Ms. Forbes suddenly rushed over and created a scene, indiscriminately hitting me. Can someone who behaves like that truly be a brand director?”
Troy’s steely gaze turned to Imogen, and he spoke coldly, “Apologize.”
Though Imogen knew she wasn’t at fault, she could not voice her objections. With a deep breath and a clenched fist, she replied resolutely, “After Ms. Johnson.’
Her actions spoke of her determination not to apologize until Charlene did so first. Charlene, however, met Troy’s gaze defiantly and insisted, “But Mr. Marshall, I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Before Imogen could respond, Troy interrupted firmly, “I said apologize.”
His unwavering voice left no room for negotiation, and Imogen looked up incredulously at his cold expression, her heart tingling with unease.
He didn’t even ask for the facts or listen to her side of the story.
Troy’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he reiterated, “I’ll repeat it. Apologize to her.” Imogen’s fist clenched even tighter, her nails digging into her palm, but the pressure was too great to resist. She reluctantly turned to Charlene and managed to force a few words from her throat. “Sorry.”
The word seemed to etch a triumphant smile onto Charlene’s lips, and she responded proudly, “Apology accepted. But don’t think I’ll forgive you next time.”
Ignoring the taunt, Imogen pressed on, determined to know the reason behind Charlene’s actions. “However, Ms. Johnson, would you care to explain why you need to replace the spokesperson for the McKesson brand?”
Still wearing her confident smile, Charlene looked at Troy and confidently replied, “Mr. Marshall told me to do so.”
Imogen’s eyes widened in disbelief as she waited for Troy to deny it, but to her surprise, he remained silent. Instead, he turned and walked toward the CEO’s office.
“Ms. Forbes, come to my office,” he instructed, jolting Imogen from her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she shot a fleeting glare at Charlene before following Troy, her heart heavy with unanswered questions.
After arriving at Troy’s office, Imogen couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer and asked directly, “Mr. Marshall, why did you replace Xena?”
Troy settled into his chair behind the desk, giving Imogen a fleeting glance but avoiding a direct answer. Instead, he shifted the topic unexpectedly. “What is your reply to the divorce agreement?”
The sudden shift caught Imogen off guard, and she replied, “I’ve been busy lately, so I haven’t had a chance to read it yet. But since you’re in a hurry, I’ll make sure to read it tonight.”

Troy paused, gazing at Imogen intently. “Okay,” he replied simply.
His simple response left Imogen feeling bitter, coupled with the question that had been haunting her for so long. She wanted to know what his answer would be, but she didn’t have a chance to do so. But it seemed fate had given her an opportunity. Thus, she inhaled deeply, mustering her courage, and asked, stuttering, “If… if we have a child, will you still pursue divorce?”
Cruelly, Troy’s swift and decisive reply crushed the last shred of hope within her. “It won’t happen. And even if it were to happen, I couldn’t let the child be born.”
Imogen’s world felt like it was crumbling around her, and she struggled to find words
to say. All she managed to say was, “I see.”
Taking a deep breath, she decided to address the matter quickly and leave so as not to prolong her suffering. “By the way, you already approved the plan, Mr. Marshall. So why do you want to replace Xena?”
It seemed odd for Troy to intervene in such a minor matter.
“I have a plan in mind,” Troy replied briefly, not divulging further details to Imogen. However, this only fueled Imogen’s curiosity. “I’ve been in charge of McKesson since the beginning, and you’ve rarely interfered with its development. If you wanted to change the spokesperson, why didn’t you discuss it with me first?”
Changing the spokesperson was more than just à single decision. It would have ripple effects on various aspects of the brand, from appeasing Xena’s team to redesigning advertising plans and coordinating schedules with the new spokesperson,
photographers, and others. The entire brand direction and promotion plan would need adjustments as well.
Troy leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he replied curtly, “I replaced her with Sarah.”
The name hit Imogen like a lightning bolt, leaving her momentarily stunned. It took her a while to regain her composure and ask in a daze, “Do you mean Sarah Page?” Troy confirmed with a nod, tapping his fingers firmly on the table. “She needs this endorsement as her first stepping stone when she returns to Canada for further development.”
Imogen felt as though the air had turned into a sharp blade, stabbing her heart and
lungs with agonizing pain. The news of Sarah being chosen as the replacement shook her deeply, leaving her grappling with the complex emotions within her.

Chapter 6: I’ll Show You How

Lyka Sanders, Xena’s agent, sat on the edge of her seat, trembling with seething fury as she endured the incessant ringing tone. Impatience and eagerness gnawed at her nerves as she waited for the other person to pick up the call. Finally, when the ringing stopped and Imogen’s voice came through, Lyka snapped with immediate anger.
“Ms. Forbes, if you feel Xena isn’t worthy of your company, just say it directly. You’re not our only choice! After we’ve pushed off all other endorsements, you’re just going to replace Xena? Are you playing tricks on us? You must give Xena an explanation for this matter.”
Hearing the aggressive tone and accusation of the person on the other line, confusion immediately surged through Imogen. Still, she pulled herself together and managed to calmly reply, “Lyka, please calm down first. Xena is our spokesperson. How could we possibly do that?”
Lyka seemed to think Imogen was merely feigning innocence, so she reiterated what had happened with a bit of sarcasm. “Huh? You don’t know yet? The director of your public relations department called me in person and said they wanted to replace her.” Finally grasping the situation, Imogen paused momentarily to mentally prepare her response, aiming not to worsen the situation. She then said, “Lyka, I will immediately clarify this matter and provide your side with an explanation.”
The call pacified Lyka somewhat, and it finally ended.
Imogen massaged her temples for a while before getting up and heading straight to the office of the public relations department.
During her three years at the Marshall Group of Companies, Charlene Johnson, the head of the public relations department, had caused her a lot of trouble.
As Imogen stormed towards the public relations department, an employee couldn’t help but whisper, “Looks like a good show is about to happen.”
Sighing, she added, “Ms. Johnson and Ms. Forbes have never gotten along peacefully.” The moment Imogen stepped into the Director of Public Relations office, she didn’t waste any time. Without further ado, she demanded, “Charlene, please explain Xena’s endorsement.”
Charlene was not surprised to see Imogen come over. She crossed her arms and walked over slowly. “Ms. Forbes, why are you so angry? Please have a seat.”
A bit irritated, Imogen replied, “Don’t put on airs for me. Mr. Marshall has already approved the plan. Why are you interfering with our McKesson campaign?”
“So what if I intervened? What qualifications do you have to shout at me? If it weren’t for your short–lived father, could you be in the Marshall family and work as the McKesson brand director? You seem to forget already where you came from,” Charlene taunted, refusing to show any sign of weakness.
Imogen felt the anger boiling within her, but she managed to keep her composure, meeting Charlene’s gaze with steely resolve. “How I got the marketing director position is none of your concern. You don’t know anything, but you talk big,” she retorted.

She wouldn’t allow anyone to insult her father! Never!
As the tension between Imogen and Charlene escalated, the room seemed to shrink, suffused with a charged atmosphere that drew the attention of many employees away from their workstations. Instead, all eyes were fixed on the fiery exchange unfolding before them.
“What? Am I wrong? Aren’t you the one who tried to worm your way into the Marshall family? Didn’t you seduce Mr. Marshall?” Charlene added fuel to the fire, wearing a disdainful smile as she looked sarcastically at Imogen.
She had seen Imogen get off Troy’s car and frequently enter his office at noon several times in the company. Thus, she hired someone to investigate. Later, she discovered Imogen was just a bumpkin out of the mud, relying on her short–lived father to donate his liver to Henry Marshall, Troy’s grandfather. It was said that Imogen even used it to manipulate the Marshall family into adopting her. And now that she had entered the family, she repeatedly pestered and seduced Troy.
Charlene’s jealousy only intensified as she continued her barrage of accusations. “Unfortunately, Ms. Page has returned to her home country! So now, Mr. Marshall won’t even spare you a glance, no matter how much you beg him! If your short–lived father knew—”
Before Charlene could finish her sentence, Imogen’s control snapped. Her hand flew across Charlene’s cheek with astonishing speed and force, the sharp sound echoing through the entire floor, leaving everyone gasping in shock.
Charlene clutched her burning cheek, her eyes wide with disbelief. “How dare you hit me, Imogen! Your father just deserved to have a short life with such a shameless daughter like you. He should have-”
For the second time, Imogen didn’t let Charlene finish her hurtful words. “Since you don’t know how to respect, I’ll show you how,” she said, raising her hand once again.
But just as she prepared to strike Charlene’s face again, someone behind her intervened. Imogen struggled against the restraining hold, but her efforts were in vain. When she finally turned to see who had stopped her, she was taken aback to find Troy standing there, his expression stern.
“Mr. Marshall.”

Chapter 5: Not Divorce?

Imogen felt her entire body tremble. Tears blurred her vision as she heaved a series of heavy sighs. Bitterness and pain hit her, wave after wave.
She had never seen Troy this gentle and happy before. He had always been stoic and quiet with her for the past three years.
Imogen comforted herself by thinking that it was just simply his nature. Always quiet and indifferent.
She lied even to herself.
Now, she witnessed that all her beliefs about Troy weren’t true. He could be gentle and caring, but only for a different woman.
The two passed by her car. They didn’t even notice that it was Imogen‘ s. Not even Troy.
“Mrs. Marshall, you‘ re home. Do you want anything for dinner?” The servant politely asked. Her smile faded when she noticed the traces of tears on Imogen‘ s face
Her question, however, fell on deaf ears. Imogen moved like a robot, walking toward
her bedroom in a daze.
As soon as she closed the door, Imogen leaned on the wall and slid to the floor. She had lost all of her strength.
She couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears flowed down her cheeks again. She tightly clasped her chest, feeling the pain spread from her heart to her entire body.
She went through so much in her life. Her parents divorced when she was young, so she knew how hard it was to have a broken family. The last thing she wanted for her baby was to have the same life she had.
She wanted her child to grow up in a complete and happy family.
But what could she do now?
After an hour, the maid softly knocked on the bedroom door. “Miss Imogen, your dinner is ready.”
Imogen closed her eyes. She cleared her throat and muttered, “Thanks. I’ll be out soon.” Then, she went to the bathroom to wash her face..
She was wiping her face with a towel when she suddenly remembered Troy‘ s message.
“The gift…” she whispered. She wondered what gift he had bought her.
Curious, she went to the closet and looked for Troy‘ s suitcase.
A soft gasp escaped her lips when she opened it.
It was a limited–edition record signed by her favorite singer.
Imogen carefully lifted the record and hugged it in her arms.
And just that, the pain she felt from earlier slowly subsided.
At least he remembered something she loved. He even remembered to bring her a gift.
‘At least he didn’t forget me, right?‘
The next day, Imogen woke up, in bed aloné.
She sat up for a long time, still in a daze.
‘He probably stayed at Sarah s place last night,‘ she thought.
She released a sigh. She should have been mentally prepared for a long time before.
Or else, she wouldn’t have felt this way–like her heart was about to explode, and her mind was going crazy.
Suddenly, Imogen heard the doorknob click. The door swung open, revealing Troy, who looked at her worriedly. He dashed to the bed and studied her pale face.
“What’s wrong, Imogen? Are you okay?”

Imogen stared at him in surprise. A feeling of joy and hope rose in her heart. She got out of bed and shook her head.
“I’m fine.”
Troy frowned. “What happened? Tell me.”
“Tell him?‘ She inwardly scoffed.
That I don’t want to let him go?‘
Should I tell him that I didn’t want a divorce?
‘He bought me a meaningful gift. He didn’t stay with Sarah last night. Does this mean that he still cares for me?‘
‘If I tell him I don’t want to end our marriage, will he stay?‘
With faint hope and confidence, Imogen turned to him and opened her mouth. But before she could speak, Troy added, “Even if we get divorced in the future, I will still be your brother. You can tell me what bothers you. Just like the old times.”
Imogen blinked. Her knees trembled, making her stumble backward. She felt as if there was suddenly no air in the room. All of her thoughts vanished in an instant, leaving her mind blank.
After a few moments, she looked at Troy and gave him her sweetest smile. “Of course. But really, I’m fine. You should go downstairs. I’ll just wash my face.”
Troy’s brows remained furrowed. He sighed and said, “Imogen, we haven’t divorced yet. Are you really planning to act cold and distant toward me now?”
Imogen pursed her lips, suppressing the bitterness from her throat. She smiled again. and shook her head. “What are you talking about?”
Troy narrowed his eyes at her. “Fine. If you don’t want to tell me what’s really
bothering you, I won’t push it anymore. I’ll go to the company first.”
Without waiting for her reply, Troy got up and marched out of the room.
As soon as he closed the door, the smile on Imogen’s face dropped. Silence filled the room. She didn’t know what to do anymore.
‘Why is he suddenly angry?‘
‘Now, he’s acting impatient just because Sarah has returned?‘
Imogen fisted her hands in frustration. For the nth time, tears pooled in her eyes again.
Imogen arrived at the company on time. There were no traces of pain or tears in her face.
“Miss Imogen, we just received a phone call from Ms. Xena Wilson‘ s agent,” her assistant said, panicking.
The new clothing line of McKesson, Marshall Group of Companies‘ brand, would be launched soon. Xena, the new rising star, would be the face of the brand.
Xena had gained the public’s attention with her youthful and beautiful image, which was very in line with the company‘ s theme this season.
“What’s the matter?”
“She didn’t say anything, Ma’am. However, she insisted that you should talk to her.”
Imogen nodded and grabbed the phone. “Hello. This is Imogen Forbes.”
“Hello, Imogen.”

Chapter 4: His First Love

Imogen‘ s sobs echoed inside the car. She tightly held her phone as she felt her chest tighten in pain.
She connected the dots. Her husband took Sarah to meet his friends when he arrived in New York.
All of his friends knew and supported them.
Only she was kept in the dark.
After all, only the Marshall family knew about their marriage.
Troy had never introduced Imogen to his friends as his wife. Even though they would meet them at parties or events, everybody just assumed that Imogen was the adopted daughter of the Marshalls.
“Ms. Imogen?”
The driver arrived at the garage and saw Imogen‘ s car, he got confused and tried to check on her.
Imogen hurriedly wiped her cheeks. Pretending she didn’t hear him, she started the engine and drove out of the house.
After a while, Imogen arrived at the office, calm and poised. She never mixed her personal dilemmas with work.
This time, she could only pour her whole attention to her job.
Imogen read Troy‘ s email. Then, she copied the file of the plan and sent it to him.
It didn’t take long for Troy to send his reply.
Troy: [Approved. You should keep an eye on it in the future.]
As always, his replies were always short and cold.
Imogen: [This is noted.]
After sending her reply, Imogen started assigning the new task.
Time quickly passed. Imogen was about to get off work when she received a message from Troy.
[You can go home without me. I have something else to do later.]
Imogen pursed her lips. His words felt like needles prickling her heart. With trembling fingers, she types a reply. [Okay.]
Imogen was once considered an important member of the Marshall family. Troy would always inform her about his meetings or dinners with other important people. However, in the past days, he would just say he would simply do “something else.” Of course, Imogen knew what or who this “something else” was. Sarah Page. Troy: [I forgot to tell you earlier, but I bought a gift for you during my trip abroad. It’s in my suitcase. You can check it out later.]
Imogen typed a reply. [Got it.]
Troy scowled as he read Imogen‘ s brief reply. He couldn’t help but feel agitated. He leaned back on his swivel chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.
Lance, Troy’s assistant, knocked on the door.
“Excuse me, Mr. Marshall. Ms. Page has arrived,” he said as he entered his office.
Meanwhile, Imogen was heading to the elevator when she noticed the employees murmuring and looking at something.
“Did you see the woman who went to Mr. Marshall’s office? Was that his girlfriend? Wow, she has a good figure.”
“Yeah. Too bad she was wearing a mask. I couldn’t see her face properly.”
“Well, don’t you think she looks a bit like Sarah Page?”
“Wait… The Hollywood actress? No way! Was that really her? She had been living abroad, right?”
“That‘ s incredible. She and Mr. Marshall look really good together. Imogen’s eyebrows furrowed. One of the employees noticed her.
‘Ms. Forbes! H–Hi!” She stammered and looked at her colleagues.

The staff zipped their mouths and smiled at Imogen politely. “Good evening, Ms. Forbes.”
Imogen let out a small smile and calmly said, “It’s past six o‘ clock. You all should
rest.
Then, she continued walking toward the elevator. Her back was stiff, and her movements were calculated. Tears pooled on the side of her eyes.
She couldn’t wait to get out of the building. She suddenly couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t bear the idea that she was in the same building with Sarah and Troy, who were now alone.
‘Did she come here to get him?‘
‘We are not divorced yet. Did he forget that his legal wife works in this company? How could he?‘
The employees continued their chatter, but they had already changed the topic.
“Ms. Forbes is so pretty. But every time I look at her, I feel intimidated and nervous. She’s just like Mr. Marshall. They’re really like siblings.”
“Woah! Ms. Imogen is Mr. Marshall‘ s sister?” One of the newly hired employees asked.
“They’re not blood–related, though. Ms. Forbes‘ late father coerced Chairman Marshall to adopt her into their family.”
“Really? Where did you hear that?”

“From the PR department.”
“Well, Ms. Forbes is really smart. She’s a good director.”
In the underground parking lot, Imogen fastened her seatbelt. As soon as she looked up, she saw the last person she wanted to see.
Troy wore the white suit she had chosen for him earlier. It suited him perfectly. It hugged his body well and made him look more regal.
Beside him was a woman covered with a mask and a baseball cap. Her hands were holding his arms as they walked together. Her eyes were focused on him as she spoke. Troy tilted his head, obviously listening to her attentively. His eyes lit up whenever he laughed at her jokes. The woman pouted at him and shook his arm.
Troy gave her a gentle smile and nodded in response. Imogen watched his lips say the word “Okay.”
Sarah Page, Troy‘ s first love, was really back.
The vivid image of the two of them felt like a bucket of water poured over Imogen s head.
A wake–up call.
That man was the father of her baby. They were supposed to celebrate her pregnancy together.
But now, that man would be going on a date with a different woman.

Chapter 3: His Sister?

Imogen and Troy had been married for three years. Although the public had no clue about their marriage, they were no different from the other married couples. Through the years, the two of them fulfilled their duties well.
Imogen would choose what suit and tie Troy would wear to work every morning. She would go to the company with him all the time.
Troy would always tell her in advance if they needed to attend any party or dinner.
Their ***ual life was also very active. They kissed each other every day like the normal couple everyone would see.
Never had Troy forgotten to give Imogen gifts during important occasions, such as. wedding anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, and her birthday.
In short, he gave her everything she wanted. He fulfilled his duties as her husband diligently.
He has done everything that a perfect husband should do.
Even Imogen thought that her life would always be so happy.
She didn’t know it would only take one woman to wake her from her perfect married life.
Sarah Page has returned.
Now, everything she had dreamed and hoped for, she and Troy were shattered.
Imogen realized the woman who answered Troy‘ s phone yesterday must be her.
They must be together yesterday.
‘They were already spending time together? Imogen scoffed.
‘Or were they together the whole time Troy was on his business trip?‘
‘Did they arrive in Canada together yesterday?‘
Did he accompany Sarah last night?
Thinking of these, Imogen felt her heart drop. Troy effortlessly broke her heart, leaving her body and soul crushed and hurt.
“Imogen, don’t worry. Even if we‘ re divorced, you’ll still be a part of our family. You’ll still be the sister I care about the most?”
‘Sister?‘ Imogen wanted to scream.
‘We were married for three years! We shared the same bed every night for three damn years! Now, you‘ re calling me your sister?‘
Imogen could feel her blood boiling in resentment and frustration.
She sighed. “Let’s talk about it then,” she said, defeated.
Troy released a deep breath. He looked at Imogen with so many emotions in his eyes.
“By the way, you said you would tell me something. What is it?”
Hearing his question, a faint smile appeared on Imogen‘ s lips as she casually flipped through the documents in her hand. “Nothing. I just wanted to talk about the launching event for the clothing line that had come out. There was something that wasn‘ t finalized yet. I wanted to discuss it with you, but now I have come up with a good solution.”
She looked at him and gave him a brief, tight–lipped smile.

Suddenly, she felt like some things were meant to be left unsaid.
“Oh,” Troy answered. “Okay. Thank you for your hard work.” He couldn’t deny how effective and excellent Imogen was as the brand director of the Marshall Group of Companies.
Without a doubt, Imogen was very talented and smart. She was born to work in this industry. All the products she had under her care, from jewelry, clothing, and games to electronic products, became popular in the country.
“Don’t mention it. It’s my job, after all,” Imogen said in a monotone. She heaved a sigh and calmly stood up. Without any word, she walked upstairs.
Troy also stood up and followed her. “Let’s go to the company together,” he said. Imogen‘ s steps halted. A bitter sensation rose to her throat. Her eyes turned into slits in an instant.
‘How could he be so calm to ask me to go to work with him when he just told me he wanted out of our marriage?‘
‘What does he think of me? A stone? A robot without feelings?‘
Imogen turned around, faced him, and let out a sarcastic smile. “No need. Since we’re about to get divorced, we should be careful from being seen by the people outside.”
Then, she marched to the bedroom, leaving him alone.
Imogen took a few deep breaths. She didn’t know how long she could stay composed. She was a ticking bomb. She was afraid that any second, she would burst out in front of her heartless husband.
She couldn’t do that.
Troy had always thought of her as sensible and obedient, which was why he married her.
Imogen subconsciously rubbed her stomach. ‘I’m sorry, baby. It will only be you and Mommy in the future.”

Chapter 2: Divorce

Imogen opened her eyes, trying to look at the figure above her.
“Yes. It’s me.”
“You reek of alcohol.”
“Yeah, I had a drink with a friend.”
Troy gently lay her on the bed. After a while, Imogen heard the sound of the shower from the bathroom. She rolled over and closed her eyes, but she couldn’t sleep anymore for some reason.
After a few minutes, she felt the other side of the bed sink. Before she could move, a large warm hand rested on her waist. It slowly moved down to her thighs, spreading the warmth on Imogen‘ s body.
“Hmm…” Imogen hummed. “Not tonight, Troy.”
Subconsciously, she was scared that they might hurt the baby.
Troy s hand stopped before it crawled back to her back. “Just sleep.”
Sleepy, Imogen followed her husband‘ s advice and fell into a deep sleep.
The following day, Imogen woke up to an empty bed. Only the slightly wrinkled sheets beside her proved that Troy was really here last night.
She pouted her lips, slightly annoyed. ‘Why did I fall asleep immediately last night?‘
“Well, I could just tell him about the baby today,” she muttered before getting out of
bed.
As soon as she finished washing up, Imogen went to the closet and picked a white suit for Troy. Since her pregnancy was big and exciting news, she chose a red–striped tie to match his outfit. Then, she carefully placed his clothes on the bed.
After a while, Troy returned from his usual morning jog and changed his clothes. Imogen went downstairs and found him sitting in the living room. Troy noticed her and immediately put the papers on the coffee table before standing up.
“Let’s eat breakfast.”
Right after eating their meal, Imogen grinned at him, unable to contain her excitement. “Troy, I have something to tell you.”
If Troy knew they were going to have a child, he would be happy, would he?
“I also have something to tell you,” Troy replied in a relaxed tone.
“Okay. You go first,” Imogen beamed at him.
Troy sighed. “Imogen,” he said. “Let’s get divorced.”
Imogen blinked at him, shocked. Troy got up and went to the living room to get the
papers.
“I’ve printed the divorce papers. Read it first. If you have any questions, feel free to
ask me.

Imogen felt as if her heart stopped beating. She looked up at her husband in bewilderment.
Her mind went blank for a while, and thought that she might have heard him wrong.
“Divorce?” she uttered in a low voice.
‘He wants a divorce?‘
She couldn’t believe it.
“We were set up by our families and forced to marry each other. But since we didn’t reveal our marriage in public, we should end it–now before things get messier in the future,” Troy calmly explained, obviously taking this matter lightly.
A series of chills ran down Imogen‘ s spine. Her face went pale as her lips trembled. She felt pain in her chest as if her heart had been punched multiple times.
‘No. I’m just imagining things. This isn’t real,‘ she thought.
She loved Troy for nine years.
She loved him for years–from the time she came to the Marshall family when she was sixteen until she had her successful career by the time she turned twenty–five.
Her love for him grew deeper and deeper, especially when they married. It might be a fixed marriage, but Imogen knew the only man she wanted to marry was Troy.
Although, it seemed like Troy didn’t feel the same.
Imogen gulped down the pain forming in her throat. She took a deep breath and looked at him as calmly as she could. “We’ve been getting along really well in the past three years, Troy. What is this? Divorce? What made you decide that? Do you really want to end our marriage?” She couldn’t hide the pain in her voice.

“This is my decision, Imogen.”
“What about Grandma and Grandpa?” Imogen asked.
“I’ll inform them later.”
“J
Imogen’s lips trembled. “But… What if I’m…” she swallowed the rest words. What if I’m pregnant?
Troy seemed to have lost his patience and interrupted her, “Imogen, look,” he said.
“Sarah is back.”
Imogen felt like a bullet went straight to her soul. Her lips parted in shock as she stared at him.
After a moment of silence, she calmly picked up the papers. “Okay. I’ll read this first.” She sounded like a robot.
It wasn’t about him saying he was forced to marry her.
It was the name he uttered that made Imogen realize it was over.
Sarah Page has returned to New York.

Chapter 1: The Baby

“Ms. Forbes, the examination results show that you have a very thin uterine wall, which could possibly lead to miscarriage. You should be more careful in your diet and exercise.”
As she spoke, the doctor continued writing on the white paper, listing the medication Imogen needed. After some time, she handed in the paper. “We have a pharmacy outside. Please take these medicines regularly.”
Imogen took a deep breath, grabbed the paper, and slowly stood up. “I will. Thank you, doctor.”
“You must be careful, okay?”
The doctor’s eyes flashed with worry. Pregnant women with thin uterine walls were more prone to having a miscarriage. The worse was that most women had very low chances of conceiving again after they lost their first child.
“Don t worry, doctor. I’ll take care of myself. Thanks again,” Imogen replied and smiled.
After three years of trying and waiting, the heavens finally heard Imogen‘ s prayers. No one was more eager for the arrival of the baby than her, and she would make sure to protect it with all her might.
After buying the medicine, she left the hospital and went to her car.
“Ma‘ am Imogen, there are still twenty minutes before your husband’s arrival. Do you want to go somewhere else first before going to the airport?” The driver asked, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
“Let’s go to the airport.”
Imogen couldn‘ t wipe the smile off her face. Just the thought of seeing her husband again after a while made her feel ecstatic.
Troy Marshall, her husband, had been on a business trip for almost a month, and she dearly missed him.
On the road, Imogen couldn’t stop staring at the ultrasound results. She read the details over and over again as if she couldn’t believe it. Then, she gently placed her hand above her flat stomach.
She couldn’t believe she would meet their baby eight months from now.
Now, she couldn’t wait to tell Troy the good news!
Shortly, they arrived at the huge airport. The driver parked the car and turned to her.
“Mrs. Marshall, do you want me to call Mr. Marshall?”
Imogen glanced at her wristwatch and realized that Troy would have already got off the plane. “I’ll do it,” she replied before dialing her husband’s number.
However, her calls kept being directed to customer service. Troy wasn’t picking up
her calls.
“Oh, his flight must be delayed. Let’s wait here.”
An hour passed, and Imogen still couldn’t see a sign of Troy yet. She took out her phone again and called him.
“Let’s wait a little bit longer,” Imogen murmured when her calls were still not answered.
After all, most flights were always either canceled or delayed. Some flights could even be delayed for more than two hours!

Two hours later, Imogen called her husband again. Imogen heard a beep, making her smile.
“Troy! Where are you? Was your flight delayed?” she asked.
There was silence on the other line, making Imogen‘ s brows furrow. Troy?”
“Sorry. Troy went to the bathroom. I’ll let him call you once he comes back,” a monotonous feminine voice muttered.
Imogen was confused. “Huh? What-”
Before she could finish her sentence, the call had already ended. Imogen looked at her phone screen, confused and worried.
As far as she knew, Troy didn’t bring a female secretary with him for this business trip.
Ten minutes had passed, but Troy never called her back. Imogen waited a few more minutes until she couldn’t hold it any longer.
Troy‘ s phone kept ringing. Imogen anxiously waited for him to pick up the call. Just when she thought no one would answer, a familiar deep and husky voice entered her
ears.
“Imogen.”
“Troy! Where are you? The driver and I are waiting for you here in the parking lot of Terminal D. Just come here and you’ll spot us easily.”
“Imogen,” Troy paused for a long time. “I’m sorry. I forgot to turn on my phone after arriving here. I left the airport already.
Imogen’s smile instantly faded.
“What? H–How?” Imogen asked. “I’ll wait for you at home, then? I have important news to tell you.”
A deep sigh escaped from Troy‘ s lips. “Okay. I also have something to tell you.”
“Great!” Imogen beamed. “I’ll ask our servants to prepare your favorite food.” “Just go home. I have an urgent matter to attend to, so I’ll probably be late.” “Oh,” Imogen couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice. “Okay. I’ll wait for you at home.”
She was about to end the call when the same feminine voice sounded on the other
earlier.”
line. “Sorry, Troy. I forgot to tell you that Imogen called yo, S
Imogen’s heart sank. She was about to ask Troy who it was, but he had already ended the call.
Frowning, she looked at her phone screen and remained silent for a while. Then, she turned to her driver and murmured, “Let’s go home.”
The driver instantly understood her mood. He didn’t ask about Troy and just drove away from the airport.
When she arrived home, Imogen–went to the dining table. She didn’t have much appetite but still ate some for her baby.
Then, she went to the living room to wait for her husband. She mindlessly turned the TV on and hugged a random pillow. She frequently glanced at the time, not interested in the movie playing on the TV.
Imogen was already sleepy when the clock struck ten o’clock. Her eyes slowly closed, making her sleep on the sofa.
After a few moments, she felt as if someone was carrying her. Half awake, she moved her face and smelled a familiar scent mixed with a hint of alcohol.
“T–Troy?”