Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159 Serene 

In the dead of night. 

The door to the master bedroom was pushed open slightly. 

Troy walked in quietly, carrying a faint hint of alcohol on his body. Step by step, he approached the large bed. 

“Meow…” Imogen’s roommate discovered him. 

“Shh…” 

Troy put the canned food in front of Imogen’s roommate. 

Her roommate sniffed cautiously with its nose, then devoured the food eagerly. 

Troy gently patted Mochi’s head, got up, and walked to the side of the large bed. 

Under the moonlight, the sleeping countenance of Imogen was peaceful and quiet, with slightly furrowed brows. 

Troy couldn’t look away for a long time. 

He sat down gently by the bed, his fingers lightly caressing her smooth and delicate face as if they were feathers. 

Only at times like this could he be so intimately close to Imogen without having to see her indifferent and disgusted gaze. 

Troy was afraid of seeing that kind of gaze in her eyes. 

Troy Marshall, who was decisive, confident, and composed in doing business, could also feel afraid sometimes. 

If his old self had listened to this, he would have surely laughed it off and dismissed it. 

But the moment Troy understood his feelings, he knew he had gained a bond named Imogen that could never be undone. 

They had once spent over two years of marriage in simplicity and harmony, had been closely intertwined on this large bed, and had shared their lives intimately. They were once the loving couple that Sue envied, but he had failed to cherish all of these. 

In the past, he was too conceited! 

He knew she would never forgive him again! 

When they came back from Gracehaven Church, she would no longer be his wife! 

There would be no ties left between them. 

After the divorce, she should be with Liam, right? 

At this moment, Troy felt an overwhelming jealousy toward Liam. He was so jealous that he was going crazy! 

Troy’s gaze fell upon Imogen’s full and tender red lips. His eyes darkened, and he leaned down and 

kissed her without hesitation. 

Warm, soft, and sweet, just like in his memories, it entranced him, making it impossible for him to pull away. 

This may be the last time. 

Troy closed his eyes and indulged himself without restraint. 

After a while, Troy lifted his head, his gaze fixed on Imogen’s gentle sleeping face. He gently placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“Imogen, I love you.” 

No one heard it. 

Troy got up gently and left. 

Except for the lingering scent of alcohol in the air and the empty can beneath Mochi’s mouth, no one knew he had been there. 

Early the following day, with a profoundly reverent spirit, Imogen and Troy set off for Gracehaven Church. 

Neither of them had brought anyone along. In the car, only the two of them, Troy as the driver and Imogen seated in the back. 

When they got into the car, Imogen noticed that there was a box on the back seat of the driver’s side. 

In the first instant of seeing it, Imogen figured it was the urn for her child. 

She fell silent for a moment, biting her lower lip. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Is this…” Through the rearview mirror, Troy watched Imogen nod gently and said, “It’s the ashes of our child.” 

When he received the stillborn fetus after the induced labor, Troy had considered letting Imogen take a look, but he was afraid it might worsen her condition. In the end, he took matters into his own hands and had it cremated. 

“Gracehaven Church has a Columbarium Hall where we can keep the ashes. I’d like to place his ashes there, attend a service, and find solace in prayer.” 

Imogen picked up the urn and nodded gently. 

She gently caressed the surface of the urn as if she were touching her child. 

Gracehaven Church was located in Creston City. By the time they arrived, it was already noon. The church was located at the end of Sunset Road in Creston City. It had a history of several hundred years, and despite undergoing numerous renovations, the architecture still retains the charm of its history. 

It was said that Gracehaven Church was initially located on the outskirts of Creston City when it was first established. However, after several hundred years of development and expansion, as Creston City grew, the church now stands in a more urban environment, surrounded by residential arêas. 

Imogen held the urn tightly as she got out of the car. 

Troy had given prior notice, and a young acolyte guided them to a separate small building at the rear. Imogen lifted her head and saw the sign on the building, “Columbarium Hall.” 

Upon entering, they saw an entire wall covered with neat square boxes containing ashes. 

Inside the Columbarium Hall, there were distinctions among the cremation containers as well. 

The first level held the ashes of regular citizens, while the ashes of miscarried infants were on the third. 

Guided by the young acolyte, Imogen placed the ashes into the designated container and locked 

1. it. 

Afterward, the acolyte led them to another hall on the west side of the main church hall. 

The hall is on high terrain, with a set of steps leading up to it. 

The steps were numbered seven by seven, symbolizing the completion of challenges and trials before attaining spiritual enlightenment and entering a state of inner peace. 

Troy took Imogen’s hand, his gaze devout, and they ascended the steps one by one. 

Inside the hall, Jesus, Mary, and Saint Joseph were honored. 

Following the young acolyte, Imogen went around a wall and saw that behind it, countless yellow memorial plaques enshrined. 

The young acolyte explained, “In our tradition, these plaques hold a special place as a bridge to the realm of eternal peace. The yellow plaques represent a connection between the living and those who have passed on, a symbol of remembrance and hope for the journey beyond.” 

“Additionally, this provides solace to the parents, aiding them in discovering clarity, awakening, and embarking on a new chapter of life.” 

“Shall we dedicate a plaque for him?” While posed as a question, Troy’s tone carried a sense of conviction. 

“Alright.” Imogen nodded in agreement. 

“The plaque to be dedicated requires the name of its owner. Could the two of you please choose a name for him?” The young acolyte suggested.