Chapter 4 — A Life of Unforgiveness

Tham Phuc is so scum that everyone knows it. According to the Civil Code, children under two years old will in principle be handed over to their mothers, not to mention Tham Phuc is still the at-fault party. As a result, Tham Phuc lost miserably in this lawsuit. Custody of the child belongs entirely to me. He has to pay 5,000 yuan in alimony every month, and I also get half of the property. Tham Phuc and I finally divorced, I became a single lady with abundant finances. Stepping out of the court, Tham's mother ran to stop me and gave me a bank card and a house ownership certificate. Her eyes were full of blood, showing that she had not been able to live peacefully these past few days. "Son, don't blame us. Mom and Dad just can't bear to leave you. There's two million on the card, a house in the city center. This is compensation for you and your grandchild, don't refuse. If you need money, just tell us." “Auntie, thank you on my behalf.” At that time, my mother liked Tham Phuc because his parents were understanding people and both had the right ideas.

"Thu An, I'm sorry for you." Tham Phuc, with stubble and beard, walked in front of me, full of guilt. "I don't need your so-called apology. We're here now. Goodbye." I waved my hand and left the court with Uncle Lam.

Because I wanted to be sure, my son remained in the incubator in the hospital for monitoring. I plan to wait until my child is completely healthy and then take him back to visit his mother. Right when I was planning my future life, Tham's mother called to inform me that Tran Tinh An had serious respiratory failure and was afraid he would not live much longer. "At times, I really thought she was Tham Phuc's karma. Six years ago, she left without saying goodbye, making it almost impossible for him to survive. Now he has a peaceful family, and she appeared again, destroying everything." Tham's mother couldn't help but complain to me. I just listened quietly, occasionally adding a few sentences, completely separating myself from that tangled emotional triangle. It was said that Tham Phuc was always by her side, and the two even secretly left the hospital to find old memories. Tran Tinh An passed away in Tham Phuc's arms, wearing a white princess dress, just like the first day they met. The deceased, she finally got her wish. I just don't know if Tham Phuc hates her or not. Because the price to pay is too high — breaking up with parents, breaking up the family, becoming a loner. The day my son was discharged from the hospital, Tham's parents also came. They brought me a piece of warm jade to pray for peace. “Come on, our Nam Nam, let grandpa hold you for a bit.” Seeing Uncle Lam admiring Father Tham holding the baby, I said as I picked up the baby and gave it to Uncle Lam. Hearing that way of addressing, Uncle Lam was momentarily stunned, then immediately rejoiced. Afraid that his sweaty hands would slip, he wiped his pants a few times before nervously picking up the baby. “Look, he's smiling at me.” That nurturing look made the bridge of my nose sting. Actually, I should have called him “grandfather” a long time ago. Although my son does not have the love of his father, he has grandparents and grandfather who love him very much. I believe it will understand me. The night before returning to my hometown, Tham Phuc appeared in front of me, reeking of alcohol. "An An, I never thought of leaving you. You're just too stubborn, too sensitive, you directly gave me a death sentence. An An, can you look at me for a moment?" "Are not. Fuck off." I didn't want to get involved with him, so I immediately took my child and left, afraid that this vile man would get drunk and cause trouble. The next day, the plane quickly landed in Vinh Thanh. Looking at the place where I have lived for more than ten years, my heart is finally at peace again. In response to the neighbors' half-probing, half-curious questions, I didn't say much, just said I missed my mother and wanted to take my child home to visit her. Now that I'm back, I don't plan to go anymore, I just want to stay here and open a motel, both to settle down and to take care of Uncle Lam's old age. Time flies, my son is five years old. Tham's parents visit him every year to rest and enjoy some peace. The motel's business isn't very good, but it's not bad either. Each month we earn a little, enough for me and my son - Chu Do Nam, affectionately known as Nam Nam - to live comfortably. Because I thought about my child's psychology, I told him directly that Tham Phuc had "gone to heaven". “Tieu An, are you really not going to forgive Tham Phuc? These past five years, he has worked very hard, and no longer does anything excessive, in his heart there are only children and Nam Nam. He really knows he's wrong." Tham's mother saw that I was expressionless, so she forced herself to continue: "Moreover, children are too young, and on the way to adulthood, they still need a father. I can't help but think about it. A young man's return is as precious as gold, why don't you try to be brave one more time?" No matter how bad a son is, he is still his biological son, they can forgive Tham Phuc. But I don't. He doesn't deserve it. Looking at Nam Nam playing with cats and dogs, I don't see any signs of him "lacking a father". I didn't answer, just smiled and changed the subject: "Nam Nam, let's take you for a walk." "Yes." Next to it is a big dog named Kha Lac, one person and one dog, playing together inseparably. That night, the boy held the milk carton and asked me: "Mom, what kind of person is my father?" Sigh, in the end they still affect me. I thought for a moment, then sat down and seriously told him: "That's a person... not very good." Like those guys in the movies my mother used to watch." “Oh, I understand.” He nodded, then asked again: "So I'm not a little boy, right?" “No, I'm a little angel.” I laughed, gently pinching its chubby cheeks. Who would have thought that the child who almost didn't survive in the past would now be so lively and hyperactive. After Tham's parents left, my life returned to peace. It's just that sometimes, I feel like someone is looking at me. But every time I turned around, I couldn't see anything. This feeling lasted for a week, until I suddenly saw Nam Nam holding an expensive Lego set, and was able to trace Tham Phuc. What a vile man, he won't let go even if he dies! Angry, I called the phone number that had been blocked by me a long time ago. “Thu An.” Tham Phuc's voice was full of sympathy. “Shen Fu, you're just disgusting. Now that white moonlight is dead, he remembers me - this 'mosquito blood stain'. Are you ashamed?” “That's not it… I just wanted to see how you and the baby are living…” “No need.” “Thu An, I was wrong… I didn't expect things to turn out like this. He just thought she didn't have much time left to live so he couldn't bear to refuse. I really didn't know you were so miserable at that time... I'm sorry... " Tham Phuc said while sobbing. {Read the full story at Van Ha's love page} I don't want to hear him repent, this kind of thing is right. is typical of "waiting for water to reach your feet before jumping". "Don't say such nonsense to me. Stay away from my son. I'm afraid you'll ruin him. My son is so smart and understanding, if something happens because of you, I won't forgive you." After the warning, I hung up and immediately blocked his number. The day Tham Phuc left, he called and said he wanted to see me once. "Thu An, after meeting this time, I promise to never bother you and your mother again. I will start my life again. Just one meeting to exchange for peace, you are so smart, I probably won't refuse...?" Although I don't want to agree, compared to the temporary discomfort, I want to live the rest of my life in peace more - a life without Tham Phuc. We chose the airport as the meeting place. After five years of not seeing each other, Tham Phuc was skinny, his face was pale, and he looked like a walking corpse. As soon as he saw his child, he immediately squatted down and carefully asked: "Dad, can I hold you for a bit?" Seeing me nod, Chu Do Nam pouted and replied: "Only being held for a while. The father smells very bad, just like Mr. Vuong in the village, not pleasant at all." Hearing his son say that, Tham Phuc only smiled wryly. When I got closer, I could smell the strong smell of alcohol on him, no wonder the boy was repelling him. "Since we've met, I won't say goodbye anymore. I wish you a bright future and smooth sailing." I held my son's hand and slowly walked out of the airport. As for Tham Phuc, from now on, he is just a stranger.