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Chapter 43 Deceiving For Three Years

The driver focused on driving, and Imogen settled into the back seat, gazing out of the car window in

silence. The sounds of the bustling city outside contrasted sharply with the quiet atmosphere inside the

car.

Troy observed Imogen’s slightly somber expression and asked, “Since you used the card I gave you,

why did you return the items and buy them again?”

As messages popped up on his phone, reminding him of the previous refunds, Troy realized that she

had repurchased the same products with her own money.

Without turning to look at him, Imogen replied, “I can spend your money as I wish. It’s none of your

business.”

Troy then inquired, “Are you upset because I accompanied Sarah shopping?”

Imogen responded, “You’ve done so much for Sarah. A simple stroll with her is the least of my

concerns.”

A mocking smile crept across Imogen’s face as she leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes.

Curious, Troy probed further, asking what was bothering her.

She pondered this question herself, feeling exhausted and hollow as if she had lost all her strength. It

was as if a machine had run out of power or a phone had drained its battery and shut down.

In the past, she could delude herself into believing that Troy had genuine feelings for her during their

three years of marriage. However, now whenever she sees him, Sarah’s words haunt her thoughts.

She longs to ask him why he loves Sarah so much and can’t forget her, questioning why he even

married her.

Suddenly, Troy noticed a blush on the back of Imogen’s hand. Concerned, he asked, “What happened

to your hand?”

“I got burned while eating,” Imogen replied.

“You should take care of it. Let’s go to the hospital,” Troy instructed the driver.

Imogen opened her eyes, looking at him with a mix of emotions. She felt sarcastic and withdrew her

hand forcefully, saying, “No need, it’s not a big problem.”

In the past, such a caring gesture from him would have melted her heart, but now it only stirs

bitterness.

Imogen couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of emotions, wanting to laugh at the impeccable act

Troy put on throughout their three years together, deceiving her as if their relationship was genuine.

Troy, with a solemn expression, tried to reason with her, saying, “Imogen, don’t make light of your

health when you’re upset.”

Her eyes still closed, Imogen retorted, “I’m not upset, and I’m not making jokes. I just don’t need your

concern. Isn’t that what you want? You don’t need to pretend to be a caring husband to impress me.”

Troy’s face darkened, and he looked intently at Imogen. “Are you serious about this?”

“What’s wrong with me? Do you not understand?” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “Or do you need

me to spell out your actions? Do you want me to say it out loud?”

Troy questioned, “What have I done? Why are you accusing me?”

With a smile, Imogen asked, “Do you remember the date of our wedding anniversary?”

“September 20th,” Troy responded after a pause.

“And do

you know what you’re feeling guilty about?” Imogen pressed on.

Troy fell silent, unable to answer.

Imogen’s smile turned bitter as she said, “I just found out that September 20th is Sarah’s birthday. It

seems you have a deep affection for her, even though our anniversary is a reminder of her.”

Her nose tingled with a hint of tears, but she suppressed her emotions and continued, “You go on a

business trip every July, for at least half a month. What are you doing during that time?”

The car fell into silence, and even the driver refrained from making a sound.

Unable to contain her anger, Imogen suddenly roared, “Say something! Explain yourself, why don’t you

explain?”

Troy remained speechless, unable to muster any comforting lies.

“Feeling guilty, aren’t you? You dare not admit it, right?” Imogen questioned, her words deliberate and

intense.

“Why did you choose to marry me if you like her so much? Why not wait for her instead? Why do you

treat me so poorly? You don’t even see me as a person!” Imogen roared in anger, tears streaming

down her face, her whole body trembling.

Ever since her father left, she had never cried in front of anyone again. Her heart was tender, burdened

with an inferiority complex, and hypersensitive, causing her to build a strong protective shell around

herself.

Imogen had grown up as an ordinary person, adopted into the Marshall family by a stroke of luck.

However, she lived her life in fear, caution, and constant observation. The Marshall family looked down

on her, and apart from her grandparents, only Troy occasionally treated her with kindness.. At times,

Imogen deluded herself into thinking that even if he didn’t love her, he must still have some feelings for

her.

But she was wrong–wrong.

If he truly had any affection for her, he wouldn’t have treated her in such a manner. She wasn’t even

worth as much as a stranger to him. He was as indifferent and cold as the rest, but he masked it with

politeness, which only further confused her.

The car felt empty as if no one was inside. A prolonged silence enveloped them.

Finally, Troy took a deep breath, his heart clenching as he looked at Imogen’s tearful expression. He

spoke in a deep voice, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, sorry again,” Imogen retorted bitterly, feeling frustrated with his repeated apologies. “What else

can you say besides apologizing? Troy, I’ve come to realize that your heart is made of stone.” Emotions

surged within Imogen, leaving her gasping for breath as she reached out to wipe away the tears from

her face. “I will make it up to you,” Troy declared in an attempt to offer some form of reconciliation.

Imogen couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically. “Compensation again. How do you plan to compensate

me? By not divorcing me or by letting me resign and leave? Your so–called compensation won’t give

me what I truly want.”

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Once again, Troy fell silent, unable to offer a satisfactory response.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” Imogen said, taking a deep breath to regain her composure.

Troy remained speechless, his brows furrowing slightly, his eyes carrying a deep sense of regret.

The car ride back to the villa was filled with an air of subdued tension. The driver dared not even glance

at them through the rearview mirror.

Upon arriving at the villa, Imogen retrieved her belongings from the trunk and went inside. Troy

followed suit, observing her sharp figure from behind before hesitating to head towards the study to

attend to his work.

However, his focus was lost tonight, and he couldn’t concentrate on any documents. His mind

wandered, leaving him with an empty head and uncertain thoughts.

Time passed swiftly, and before he knew it, it was already past eleven o’clock. Troy put down his

unfinished documents and returned to his room, only to find the master bedroom feeling oddly empty.

Perhaps it was the abrupt realization of their separation after living together for three years that left him

feeling uneasy.

His eyes casually scanned the room and caught sight of something extra on the table–the black card.

Next to it was a handwritten note with a simple message: “Remember to go and get your divorce

certificate on Monday.”

His throat tightened as he clenched the black card in his hand.

Suddenly, Troy found himself standing outside Imogen’s room. He hesitated for a moment before finally

knocking on the door.

Imogen, with her half–dried hair, opened the door and saw it was Troy. She asked nonchalantly, “Is

there something you need?”

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