Chapter 3 — A Life of Unforgiveness

"As soon as I arrived, I saw that there was a problem between the two of us. But seeing that my child was so weak, I didn't dare to ask." Seeing my silence, he became impatient. "An An, can you tell me the truth? Do you want me to worry about death? When your mother passed away, I promised to take care of you for her. Now that I'm like this, do I have the face to see her again?" His reproachful voice suddenly reminded me of my mother. That intonation... is exactly like her. I was just about to speak when I realized my throat was sore. I tried to suppress the choking feeling, word by word I slowly told him: "Uncle Lam, I want to divorce Tham Phuc." As soon as he finished speaking, Tham Phuc's voice was heard outside the door: "I don't agree." No one paid attention to him, Tham Phuc started to panic, quickly asked Uncle Lam to advise me: "Uncle, this is not fair to me. He needs a father. Furthermore, I have absolutely never done anything wrong to An An, An An is just too sensitive. You two insist on blaming me like this and it is not fair to me." Uncle Lam glanced at him, so cold that it made Tham Phuc take a step back. Seeing Tham Phuc silent, he turned to pat my head and smiled gently: "Okay, if my daughter wants a divorce, then we will divorce." “Thank you, Uncle Lam.” I blinked, trying not to let tears fall. Tham Phuc didn't believe that I could let go so easily, his eyes were bloodshot: "An An, don't be like that." I was not moved at all, my voice was cold: "You can now register for divorce. After thirty days of conciliation, we will end. From then on, the man marries the woman, each goes his own way, no longer related to each other. "You will live with me. As for you and your white moon light, you can wrap around each other however you want, don't come to make me disgusted." Tham Phuc didn't want a divorce, just told me to calm down and left. "Daughter, don't be afraid, Uncle Lam is here." Uncle Lam was afraid that I would think too hard, so he quickly reassured me. “Uncle, can you help me with something? Please help me take pictures of Tham Phuc with that woman, as intimately as possible." I must end this marriage. Tham Phuc's parents went to the hospital and heard that he was still having an unclear affair with Tran Tinh An. They were so angry that they almost kicked him out of the house. Tham's mother held my hand and advised me in an earnest voice: "Son, divorce will be very difficult. Don't worry, we'll educate that damn boy. Can you give it another chance?” I didn't reply. Such a marriage has no meaning anymore. He couldn't forget his old love, and I was forever tormented by the days of struggling alone in the hospital. This game is already a deadlock. Only by decisively breaking away can I save myself.

As an educated family, Tham Phuc's parents are still quite understanding and reasonable. Seeing that I was determined to divorce, in the end they did not force me to forgive him. Tham's mother is a good mother-in-law. These days she wholeheartedly takes care of me. Because she missed her grandson, she always ran back and forth between my room and the special care room. My son was saved, but because he was too small, he still had to stay in the incubator for a long time. Every time she comes home from a visit, her eyes are red. “Mom, thank you… I hope you understand my determination.” Tham's mother sighed and repeatedly lamented her family's misfortune: "From childhood to adulthood, there was only Tham Phuc in this family. We still think it Just a little indecisive, who would have thought it would be this confusing. "And that Ms. Tran Tinh An, if you gave up right from the beginning, don't come back and get involved again. Do you have to do something like this for her to be satisfied?" Actually, Tran Tinh An's entanglement doesn't make me as disgusted as Tham Phuc's inability to let go. If your heart is not yet clean, do not harm innocent people further. The day I was discharged from the hospital was approaching, Tran Tinh An suddenly appeared, saying he wanted to talk to me. "I don't have much time left to live. The reason I do these things... is just because I'm not willing." That sudden, meaningless statement made me stunned. "Miss Tran, you and I are not familiar. You have absolutely no need to say these words to me. Do you want me to pity you and then return Tham Phuc to you?" "Then you can just take it! No sending off." I waved my hand, indifferently. Tran Tinh An smiled bitterly: "If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to say these things to you. But I see, during this time Tham Phuc is really miserable, he loves you very much. I never wanted to destroy your relationship, I just want before I die, to be able to see him again, let him be with me for a little bit, that's all. "If you don't forgive him, I won't forgive myself for the rest of my life. Chu Thu An and Tham Phuc are truly innocent. All mistakes are my own - because I was too selfish, afraid that he would forever forget me, so I gradually tested his patience, creating opportunities to meet again." With just a few sentences, she placed all the blame on herself, cleverly tying me into a moral dilemma. If the White Moon Light is still alive like this, then how terrible will its destructive power be if it dies? How stupid do I have to be to believe her words to forgive Tham Phuc? “Sorry, I never accept trash that other people don't need.” Hearing that, Tran Tinh An bowed his head and said sadly: "Chu Thu An, do you know how jealous I am of you? I'm jealous because you're his wife, jealous because you can give birth to his children, jealous because you can grow old together with him, even more jealous because..." I couldn't listen anymore, so I quickly interrupted: "Wait, since you're so jealous, wait until I get a divorce, you two can go ahead and register your marriage!" I wish to give birth to a noble son soon, my love is deep and meaningful." Hearing me say that, she moved her lips and finally left. The hospital room was quiet again. I opened the window, heard the birds chirping outside, and breathed a sigh of relief. In the evening, I was having dinner when Tham Phuc rushed in and asked me what I had done to Tran Tinh An. “Since leaving here, she hasn't eaten or drank, and even agitatedly chased me away. She's about to die, why don't you let her go? Do I have to let her die right in front of me to be satisfied?” I couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a slap in the face. The sound of slapping echoed in the room, Tham Phuc's face quickly turned red and swollen. “Immediately file a divorce lawsuit. I can't wait anymore. If I stay with you for another minute, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it and kill you." Tham Phuc had never suffered such frustration. He held my hand tightly and coldly: "Chu Thu An, what are you proud of? You have to know, if my An An still exists, there will be no place for you." “Huh, I really consider myself precious! If you love each other that much, just lock them tight and live together For the rest of your life, don't go out and harm others. It's best to get out of my sight!” When his reason returned, Tham Phuc realized he had just said an impertinent word, regretfully slapped himself, and even tried to hold my hand. “Don't touch me, I feel dirty.” Before he could even open his mouth to explain, Uncle Lam chased him out. Thirty days of "reconciliation" quickly passed. Just when I was busy preparing the divorce documents, Tham Phuc announced that he would not give up custody of the children. He used his friendships to insist on taking custody of me. Tham's parents remained silent for their own benefit, clearly also wanting to win their grandchild. They pressured me so much that... the only way was to go to court. In court, I showed a series of shady photos between Tham Phuc and Tran Tinh An - the two looked at each other and smiled, whispered in their ears, their heads were close to each other, smiling and looking at the same phone. The level of intimacy cannot be more intimate. “It's just because of the shooting angle, Tran Tinh An and I have absolutely nothing. She's a heart patient, and as a friend, there's nothing wrong with me visiting." Tham Phuc still tried to deny it, but no one wanted to believe it. Anyone with eyes can see the ambiguity between the two. Then, I clearly presented the timeline of my hospital stay, pointing out that Tham Phuc — as husband and father — had absolutely no regard for me or my child. He spent most of his time with Tran Tinh An, making her happy and comforting her.