All Chapters of The 100th Time's the Charm: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Day after our wedding, Donna had cried about how stressful work was. So I offered her $600K a year, no strings.By day three, she slapped a divorce agreement on the table."Hector, your money's an insult. Might as well just sign this now. You can add your name whenever."She signed it fast, like she was canceling a subscription.I freaked. Begged. Apologized. Even slapped myself like a total mess.While I was spiraling—literally clawing at my scalp—she smacked me a few times through her own tears... then smiled."Alright, I'll forgive you."After that, I walked on eggshells. She said she wanted her own business, so I quietly pumped money into it.Now she thinks she's made it—boss girl vibes or whatever—and suddenly I'm just some "low-class rich guy" to her.Since January, she's been tossing around the D-word like confetti. Ninety-nine times in six months.Staring at that latest divorce text, all I could think about was the $500K she sent him every year, those two months she g

She barely looked at me—just a quick, awkward glance.Then she turned to Alec, all smiles."You like it? Then take it. It's useless to me anyway."The second he slipped it into his bag, I lost it.I marched over, yanked it from his hands, and punched him—hard. Right in the face.Then I walked out. Didn't say a word. Didn't need to.I couldn't spend another second in that house.I slammed the door behind me, and through it, I heard Donna trying to soothe Alec."You can probably tell—he's got a crush on me. He just couldn't handle me giving you something. I've spoiled him too much. I'll fire him tomorrow, promise."Fuming, I headed back to the office. Then my phone buzzed. Donna."Hector, you're so petty. It was just a WATCH. Did you really have to upset my client over that? Do you even KNOW he works at Leandro Corp?"You're just some broke, low-class rich guy. The people there are elite."Of all the people to tick off, you pick HIM? I spent two hours fixing this so they woul

As I headed downstairs, Donna came charging after me, waving the termination contract."Hector, where'd you get this?"I laughed—cold, flat—and opened the car door."You really thought your investor believed in your startup? Please. It was all because you were my wife. Now we're not. Contract's up. We're done."I went to shut the door, but she shoved it back with all she had."You're the investor? You're tied to Leandro Corp?"I nodded, cool as ever."I AM Leandro Corp. Hector Leandro. CEO."Her jaw dropped. Silence. Then—"Honey, the divorce thing? Total joke. Just trying to keep things exciting, y'know? Thought it'd bring us closer."I scoffed inside. In her head, I was still the guy she could snap her fingers for—come here, go away, heel.Eight years of playing her simp. Obey, and she was my queen.Now? She was nothing.I didn't even flinch. Just wanted to shut the door and be done.Then she snapped. "I TOLD you it was a joke! Why are you making this worse? I'm apologi

Alec glanced at me at my desk, fear written all over his face. He knew I could end him with one word—this job was the best he'd ever land in Fremora. I just waved him off, telling him to get out.After Alec left, Donna crumpled into tears and snot. "Honey, let me explain. I didn't know it was Alec I'd been sending money to. You know I never cared about money. You gave me six hundred grand a year, and I couldn't spend it all, so I sponsored poor college kids."I just stared, waiting to see how much more she'd spin.She kept going. "That stuff about me visiting him abroad? Total lie. Maybe we crossed paths by accident. I meet so many people, I don't even remember him." Then came the pout—pathetic.That look used to crack me. Now it just made me sick."I've told you everything," she whined. "I never hid anything, I've never lied. And I'm pregnant with your baby. We love each other, so let's not divorce, okay?"Still lying. And yeah, this marriage was toast.I got up and dragged her

When she realized I wasn't moving, Donna started smacking herself."Didn't you mess up too? You'd slap yourself, and I'd forgive you. Now I'm slapping myself—can't you forgive me?"Her eyes welled up, her voice dripping fake sincerity. Almost convincing—almost.But I knew better. I'd never actually done anything wrong. My so-called "mistakes" were just whatever she decided to nitpick.Coming home late. Washing dishes too slow. Drinking water too loud. Each one sent her into a tantrum, and every time, I had to hit myself and beg just to calm her down.And now she had the nerve to throw that garbage back in my face.I stared her down, ice-cold. She stared back, pitiful and desperate.When I stayed silent, she kept smacking herself, whining, "Since the day I met you, this is the only mistake I've made. I'm suffering, I'm repenting—can't you forgive me? If not now, at least give me a way out. Invest in my company, don't let it die!"She always acted like money didn't matter. Please