Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Intimacy Should Be Moderated 

After having a meal at Emily’s home and spending some time there, Troy accompanied Imogen to the hotel while he rushed to Paris overnight. 

Imogen stayed at the hotel for one night and went to the airport the next day to return to New York City. 

The holiday trip was over. 

Imogen didn’t inform the driver but told Sue to have her take a taxi to the airport to pick her up. After getting off the plane, Imogen met Sue and went directly to the hospital for a pregnancy test. Imogen had been pregnant for more than fourteen weeks, and it was visible from the ultrasound that the fetus had mainly formed. 

The doctor pointed to Sue. “This is the baby’s hand, here is the baby’s foot, and here is the head. The eyes and nose are a bit unclear. The baby seems healthy and is developing well.” 

Sue responded happily. 

As the pregnancy check–up concluded and Imogen walked out of the consulting room, the doctor advised, “During pregnancy, intimacy should be moderated, as it’s not good for the fetus.” 

Imogen blushed and responded vaguely. 

On the way back, Sue persuaded Imogen to tell Troy about her pregnancy. 

Imogen was unmoved. 

After returning home, Imogen tidied up briefly, rested for a while, and then went to the Marshall villa to visit Troy’s grandparents. 

On October 7th, Imogen officially started working. 

Imogen was working in her office when suddenly a burst of footsteps echoed outside, followed by urgent knocks on the door. 

“Come in.” 

Jason swiftly pushed the door open and entered. “Ms. Forbes, there were two detectives outside saying it was…” 

Before Jason could finish, two uniformed personnel walked in and showed their relevant credentials. 

The person on the left said, “Are you Ms. Forbes?” 

Imogen was taken aback, setting aside her current task, and stood up from the seat. “Yes, that’s me. May I ask what this is about?” 

“Your company’s secretary filed a report. There has been a leak of commercial secrets, and Ms. Forbes, you are a suspect. We would like 

you to come to the station with us for further investigation.” 

Several individuals had gathered at the office entrance in the span of those two sentences. Among them was the secretary who had filed the report, Mr. Johnson, who was negotiating with the detectives, and a few other executives, all craning their necks to get a glimpse inside. 

The employees at the workstations outside had long lost their focus on their tasks, whispering to each other in hushed tones. 

“May I inquire what confidential information was leaked? Where was the leak identified? And how 

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Chapter 112 Intimacy Should Be Moderated 

was it determined that I am a suspect?” Imogen asked calmly. 

The secretary who had filed the report walked in and smiled apologetically at Imogen. “Ms. Forbes, here’s the situation. The new industrial park project in the new district of Bennett City was exactly the same as the project plan of our commercial real estate group. Mr. Johnson suspected an internal leak, so he called the police and went through monitoring and investigation. On September 27th, at 11:40 AM, Mr. Marshall left the company. At 12:13 PM, you, Ms. Forbes, entered Mr. Marshall’s office and remained there until 1:24 PM…” 

Imogen pursed her lips. 

Troy had a social engagement that day, so she visited his lounge for a nap during her lunch break. She had never expected to get involved in this matter. 

The detective asked, “Ms. Forbes, why did you go to Mr. Marshall’s office when he wasn’t at the company?” 

“Troy is my brother. He has always taken care of me. Before he left the company that day, he sent me a message saying that I could borrow the lounge in his office for a nap during lunch break at 

noon.” 

As she spoke, Imogen retrieved the chat logs from that day. 

The detective took a look. “But this doesn’t necessarily prove Ms. Forbes is innocent. Please come with us to the station for further questioning.” 

Mr. Johnson stepped forward from behind and said, “Imogen, the situation isn’t clear yet regarding the suspicion. It’s not just you who needs to be investigated at the station, so don’t worry too much. The police will definitely uncover the truth. They will clear your name if you haven’t done anything wrong. But if you have, the company won’t show you mercy either.” 

“Alright, I’ll go with you then.” 

Imogen turned off the computer, took her bag, and got ready to go. 

Two detectives, one on her left and one on her right, walked alongside Imogen. 

One of the detectives exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Johnson, “Mr. Johnson, rest assured, we will investigate and clarify the situation as soon as possible.” 

Upon arriving at the police station, Imogen’s phone was confiscated, and she was led into a room. The police officers sat across from her, reviewing the surveillance footage from that day. They asked in detail, “Ms. Forbes, why did you go to Mr. Marshall’s office? Did you know Mr. Marshall wasn’t at the company before you went?” 

Imogen answered, “Yes, I knew. I went to his office to take a lunch break in his lounge with his permission.” 

Imogen’s phone was placed nearby, and the police officer looked at the chat logs from that day, scrolling through a few pages before asking, “What’s your relationship with Mr. Marshall?” “He is my husband.” 

The police officer took a look at Imogen and then left the room. 

Imogen was the only one left in the room. 

Even though she could prove that she had permission to go to Troy’s office, it was undeniable that there was a period when she was alone in the office. Until the true culprit of the leak was found, clearing her suspicion would be difficult. 

But there was no evidence to prove that she did it, and she must be released within 24 hours of 

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being detained. 

However, those 24 hours were not easy to pass. 

The interrogation room contained only basic tables and chairs. 

Imogen leaned against the back of the chair, her elbows resting on the armrests, and supported her head with one hand. 

Imogen wasn’t sure how long she had been maintaining that posture. She stood up to stretch and then sat back down after a while. 

The room was very quiet. 

It was so quiet it made her feel bored and unsettled. 

By noon, someone entered to bring a meal for Imogen. It included a serving of spaghetti, two portions of plain vegetables, and a bottle of mineral water. 

Imogen didn’t have much appetite, but she had to eat something for the sake of her unborn child. After finishing the meal, she slumped over the table and drifted asleep. 

Sleeping in such an environment wasn’t restful. Imogen was in a state of half–sleep, half–awake. Imogen opened her eyes, and the sun was still high in the sky.