All Chapters of Regret After Divorcing His Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Gray clouds hung low, as if mourning alongside the living. A soft drizzle fell over the cemetery, dampening the earth now blanketed with wreaths of sorrow.Rosemary stood rigid beside the wooden coffin where her grandfather’s body lay. Her hand trembled around the handle of her black umbrella, her swollen eyes proof that she had cried all night.“Goodbye, Grandpa…” she whispered hoarsely, her voice nearly drowned out by the prayers recited around her.But instead of comfort or an embrace, Rosemary felt only the piercing glares of her extended family. Low murmurs spread like venom in the damp air.“It’s all her fault…” one aunt whispered, loud enough to be heard.“If not for that disgraceful gossip, Father wouldn’t have collapsed,” another added.Rosemary lowered her head, her chest tightening. She knew Cassandra had spread vile lies about her, but seeing her own family believe them so easily—that was far more painful.When the service ended, the mourners slowly departed. Rosemary rema

Drizzle tapped against the old window frame, its paint long since peeled away. Rosemary sat at the edge of a narrow bed, the thin mattress creaking with every movement. The small room held nothing more than a rickety wardrobe, a wooden table with a single chair, and a portable stove in the corner that was rarely lit.She stared at the damp wall, dark patches of mold spreading across it. Her breathing was heavy.“Is this my life now?” she whispered, her voice faint. “Once I could walk through a grand house, crystal lights shining overhead… and now, I’m not even sure what I’ll eat tomorrow.”Her phone buzzed on the table. Reluctantly, she reached for it. Online news notifications flashed on the screen, their bold headlines stabbing at her eyes:> “Rosemary, granddaughter of a once-respected family, now penniless after Adrian’s divorce.”“Rosemary’s alleged affair, the main reason her family refuses to acknowledge her.”“Once dazzling on the fashion stage, now nothing but a shadow of the

The drizzle still tapped against the glass of the small, shabby apartment window. Rosemary sat on the floor, her back leaning against the mold-stained wall. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale from too much crying. In front of her sat a small wooden box she had always kept safe—the last inheritance from her grandfather.With trembling hands, she opened the box. Inside lay an old sketch, a rusty pair of scissors, and a sheet of paper filled with her grandfather’s handwriting. Rosemary stared at it, tears welling again as she read the familiar words.“Rose, never give up. You have a gift beyond measure. Remember, the world may try to bring you down, but don’t ever let yourself join in that defeat.”Rosemary covered her mouth, sobbing. “Grandpa… I’m weak. I’ve already lost. Everyone has abandoned me… even my own family.”But the longer she looked at those words, something stirred within her. Memories of her grandfather’s constant support came rushing back—when she first learned to sew w

“Rosemary? You actually came to this event?” Cassandra’s voice rang out, sharp as a dagger, drawing several guests who were enjoying the banquet to turn and stare.Rosemary stood in the doorway of the hotel ballroom. Her simple dress contrasted with the expensive designer gowns worn by the socialites, yet her gaze was sharp and full of courage.“I didn’t come for the party,” Rosemary replied calmly. “I came to reclaim my dignity.”Cassandra snorted with contempt and glided forward with an elegant but arrogant stride. “Your dignity? How sad—people already know who you are. The woman abandoned by her husband for an affair. The woman who shamed her grandfather to death. Do you really think you have any dignity to reclaim?”Some guests murmured—some believing, some doubtful. Rosemary clutched her small purse, her heart pounding, but she did not back down.“Everything you said is a lie,” she said loudly. “You know that, I know that. You’re only afraid others will learn the truth as well.”

“This doesn’t make any sense…” Adrian’s voice was low but heavy with tension. He tossed a pile of disordered news clippings across his desk.Across from him, Markus exhaled slowly. “Every media outlet is ganging up on Rosemary. But I don’t buy it. I know her, Adrian. She’d never cheat her customers.”Adrian ran his fingers through his hair, frustration etched into his face. “I don’t believe it either. I worked with her for years—I know how meticulous she is about materials. There’s no way Rosemary would do this.”Markus leaned forward. “Then the question is: who wants to destroy her?”Adrian went silent. But slowly, a single name began to form in his mind. Cassandra.---That night, Adrian returned home. Cassandra was already waiting in the living room, smiling sweetly with a glass of wine in hand.“Darling, you’ve seen the news, haven’t you?” she said lightly. “Rosemary is such an embarrassment. Good thing you’re no longer with her—otherwise your reputation would be ruined too.”Adri