All Chapters of The Hundredth Tear: End of Our Marriage: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I first met Rosalind Judd on a torrential, rain-soaked evening.I had just come out of a business negotiation that lasted 20 hours straight. My suit was thoroughly drenched.As I stepped into the hotel lobby, a young woman in a red evening gown was arguing with the receptionist."I told you. I only want the presidential suite!" She slammed her hand against the marble counter, the limited-edition bracelet on her wrist clinking softly.The receptionist replied, "I'm sorry, miss. The last one has just been booked—"As I looked at the young woman's pretty face, something compelled me to hand over my key card. "You can have mine."She turned around, raindrops still clinging to her eyelashes. "Why?""You look like you need the rest more than I do," I replied honestly.The young woman's eyes were red like a rabbit's. It was obvious she had been crying, and exhaustion weighed heavily on her face.Her diamond-tipped nails brushed lightly across my palm when she took the key card. "My n

The 50th time Rosalind tore up our marriage certificate was in front of my most important client.A multinational corporation from abroad had flown in to discuss an acquisition. If the deal went through, my company's valuation would triple at minimum.I brought them to the best restaurant in the city. Rosalind insisted on coming along."And this is?" the CEO asked politely."My wife," I replied briefly.Rosalind was unusually quiet that night, playing the part of a devoted spouse.It wasn't until the third course arrived that she suddenly said, "Do you know what a marriage certificate looked like, Mr. Stevenson?"Before Peter Stevenson could even reply, Rosalind pulled ours out of her handbag and tore it into pieces in front of everyone."Just like this." She scattered the pieces over the table. "As long as I'm happy, I can tear it apart anytime I want."The private room went dead silent. A scrap of paper clung to a slice of fatty tuna, making an absurd, grotesque decoration

Jackson started, "Hendery, I heard you got into another fight with Rosalind? I'm not trying to nag you, but you shouldn't be so petty."She's just a little willful and spends a bit freely. You make good money, so what's the problem if she spends more of it?"He continued to blab, the watch on his wrist flashing as he gestured around. "And honestly, where are you going to find another gorgeous wife if you really get divorced now?"I did make good money, but it came from sleepless nights and endless negotiations. They were from projects I won by trading away my youth and energy.Most of my fights with Rosalind started because of Jackson. And yet, he stuck on like chewed gum—sticky, sour, and completely lacking self-awareness.Even if I divorced her, with my resources and position, it wouldn't be hard for me to find someone better.I snatched the teacup away from his lips and smashed it onto the floor.I said, "Let's get things straight. Firstly, my money didn't fall out of the sky

I had cleared out all my things in less than half an hour.Rosalind still hadn't come back, but that was for the best. That way, I wouldn't have to deal with her clinging if we ran into each other.I found a new place in no time. After a full day of unpacking, I was exhausted.When I came out of the shower, I noticed over 80 missed calls on my phone, all from Rosalind. There were dozens of text messages too."Where did you go, Hendery?""Are you seriously doing this? I was just testing how much you cared. You really want a divorce?""Jackson is my family, too. Why can't you give the company to him? Is this how you love me?""Honey… I'm sorry, okay? Come back. I don't want to be alone at night."Each text grew softer than the last, but the sharp ones were how Rosalind truly felt. She didn't think she was wrong. She was merely scared.I didn't reply. Instead, I blocked her and deleted everything in one go. Since I had decided to divorce her, there was no need to look back.Then

Many of my employees wanted to resign.To those who insisted on leaving, I paid out their final wages in full along with an extra month of pay as severance. Meanwhile, those who chose to stay all received raises.Rosalind walked in in her heels as I was reviewing documents.We hadn't seen each other in half a month, yet she looked radiant with immaculate makeup, as if she'd just stepped out of a beauty clinic.Rosalind said, "I told you you'd regret it. It's still not too late to beg me now."I looked up at her.The truth was, Rosalind never loved me.Her family had gone bankrupt long ago. It was only after marrying me that her parents moved back into a villa and started driving luxury cars. They even reopened a small company with my help.As for Jackson, he went from an insecure illegitimate son to a reckless spendthrift overnight. I had to clean up his mess whenever he got into trouble. And when he ran out of money, Rosalind handed him my secondary card without a second thoug