I said nothing, merely wiping the blood away from my temple with the back of my hand.

I then turned to leave.

"Hendery! Are you trying to start another fight with me again?" Rosalind screamed hysterically behind me.

My brows twitched, and I turned around.

Rosalind was glaring at me, her eyes wide with fury. In her hand was the brand-new marriage certificate I'd just replaced.

In my heart, I silently counted. This was the 100th time.

This time, I no longer panicked, nor did I rush forward to stop Rosalind. I just stood there, indifferent as I waited for her to repeat the same old trick.

She froze, clearly not expecting my calm reaction. Her hand that was holding the marriage certificate was suspended midair as she stared at me in disbelief. "You… Why aren't you stopping me?"

I spoke flatly, "Go ahead and tear it if you want. I'm not replacing it again. If you want to make our future divorce a hassle, be my guest."

A crack appeared on Rosalind's face. "Hendery, you're really going to divorce me over something this small?"

She then tossed the marriage certificate aside and stormed toward me. She didn't tear it apart this time.

Only then did it hit me that all of her outbursts and unreasonable actions were nothing more than her testing my bottom line.

Before, I was afraid of losing Rosalind. So, I indulged her again and again, coaxing her and giving in until my dignity lay shattered on the floor.

Now that I no longer cared, she stopped acting up.

I looked at Rosalind calmly. "Let's spend a few days apart from each other to cool off."

I then turned around and left without looking back.

Behind me, Rosalind screamed, "You're really doing this over something so petty? I swear you'll regret it, Hendery!"

Even though it felt like a piece of my heart had been carved out alive, I kept walking.

I knew that if I turned back now and compromised again, the same cycle would repeat again. I would continue to spend endless money on Rosalind and make countless trips to the city hall to replace torn certificates.

I was truly exhausted.

…

Lately, I have been spending my nights in the office. Even my employees started noticing something was off with me.

The atmosphere at the company grew heavy and strained all of a sudden.

To keep everyone from feeling on edge, I organized a company retreat at a hot springs resort in the suburbs.

Seeing everyone's faces light up lifted my mood a little.

It turned out that people really did appreciate it when money was spent in the right place.

I was sitting off to the side, sipping calming tea, when a shadow suddenly fell over me. I looked up and saw Jackson studying me with a relaxed stance.

He said, "Hendery? What a coincidence. You're here for the hot springs, too?"

Before I could respond, Jackson sat down beside me and casually poured himself a cup of the expensive tea I'd bought for myself.

As he lifted his hand, I caught sight of the limited-edition watch on his wrist.

I recognized the watch instantly. I'd seen that watch tucked away in a corner when I'd been cleaning the house before.

My birthday was around the corner then. So, I'd naturally assumed Rosalind was planning a surprise for me.

I had always been frugal with myself, and I was always reluctant to buy things I liked. So I'd let myself get excited over her surprise.

But on my birthday, all I got was a small cake with a missing corner.

Rosalind casually said, "Oh, Jackson stopped by earlier. He got hungry and took a bite. You don't mind, do you?"

It left a bad taste in my mouth.

I didn't make a scene, but I never touched the cake.

It turned out the gift I thought was meant for me had already been worn by someone else.

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 don't mind if she spends it on herself, but you know better than I do where my money actually goes. I'm not stupid. I don't have extra cash to spend on a homewrecker who can't even figure out his own role.

"And secondly, you know exactly why Rosalind and I fight. Whether you're here to make peace or stir things up, you'd know best. And my tea is expensive. It's not something you're worthy to drink."

Jackson's expression darkened immediately. He shot to his feet, jabbed a finger right at my nose, and started cursing at me.

He yelled, "How dare you look down on me when you're nothing but a useless piece of trash with some money? Rosalind is willingly spending money on me. Who do you think you are to get mad about it?

"Even though my parents are dead, Rosalind's parents still took me in as their godson. Go ahead and divorce her if you've got the guts. Let's see who wants a washed-up older guy like you after that!"

I frowned.

Truth was, I hadn't interacted with Jackson much before this. Every time we met, he'd sit quietly to the side, looking harmless.

Now, it was obvious that it had all been an act.

Just as I was about to retaliate, Jackson's expression suddenly changed as if he'd seen something. Tears started welling up in his eyes as he dropped to his knees.

He started sobbing, "I know my presence has caused problems between you and Rosalind, Hendery. Please don't blame her. If you're angry, just take it out on me. Just please… Don't divorce her. She still loves you a lot."

I was perplexed at his sudden change when an angry voice exploded behind me. "Do you have no shame, Hendery? I thought you had some backbone when you moved out after our fight, but you're now coming here to bully Jackson? I really misjudged you!"

Rosalind rushed forward and grabbed Jackson's arm. "Don't bother apologizing to someone like him. He's not worth it. Don't worry. I've got your back no matter what!"

Jackson lowered his head, as if he wouldn't get up unless I forgave him. He said softly, "Rosalind, if my presence is affecting your marriage with Hendery, then I'll stop seeing you. I really don't want to put you in a difficult position."

Rosalind only grew angrier. She glared at me and barked, "Hendery! If you have a problem, just take it up with me! Don't drag innocent people into this!

"Do you think we'd be fighting like this if you could just be a decent husband and focus on your family? Now apologize to Jackson, and maybe then I'll consider not divorcing you!"