Chapter 1 — Adultery in the Heart

After getting pregnant, I became extremely insecure. Every day I have to text Ta Bach Ngon to ask if he loves me. Ninety-nine times before, you answered me gently. Until the hundredth time. He suddenly lost patience and sent me three sentences. 【To Nguyet, do you have a lot of free time?】 【The morning sickness is over, you don't care for your sister anymore, so you want to take care of your brother?】 【If you have such time, why don't you look in the mirror a little more and see if your face is any different from a good piece of pork?】 I was stunned. The next second, those messages were revoked, and a recording appeared. "Sorry, my assistant just sent it by mistake, don't take it to heart." Whether it was sent by mistake or not is no longer important. I just knew our marriage was completely over. …… I got up and went to the hospital. When he walked out of the procedure room, his four-month-old baby was no longer there. When I got home, it was dark. The living room light is still on, Ta Bach Ngon is sitting on the sofa. Hearing the door open, he raised his head to look over and frowned. "Where are you going? You're coming home so late, can't you even reply to messages and phone calls?" I didn't say anything. I changed my slippers and went to pour myself a glass of water. He looked at me, his eyes stayed on my face for a few seconds, and finally spoke: "I already explained to you what happened this afternoon, that my assistant took the wrong phone." "She apologized to me, and I also scolded her. This will not happen again in the future." Could a small assistant take the boss's personal phone by mistake? I smiled softly, put down the glass of water and looked at him. Ta Bach Ngon is very handsome. I knew this from the first time I met him. Now he is thirty-three years old, and still has a more outstanding appearance than most men his age. Just wearing home clothes and sitting on the sofa looks like someone who just stepped out of a magazine. Before, I really liked looking at him, I felt like I wouldn't get tired of looking at him for the rest of my life. But today, I suddenly realized that his handsomeness seemed to have nothing to do with me. Like a beautiful set of clothes displayed in a glass cabinet, you stood outside and looked at it for a long time, thinking you owned it, but in reality you never actually held it in your hand. "Ta Bach Ngon." I spoke up, my voice calmer than I imagined: "What's your assistant's name?" He paused for a moment. "Hua Mi, what's wrong?" "How long has she been with you?" "Half a year." Having finished speaking, he added: "Why are you asking about this? Didn't I say it was just a misunderstanding? Do I have to keep holding on and not let go? Can't I just pretend I didn't see it?" Four consecutive questions. I didn't answer but continued to say: "I remember when she first arrived, you once mentioned something to me, saying that the newly hired assistant was very stupid, completely lacking in a strong and decisive personality like the person you always liked. After that you stopped mentioning her again, I thought you had already fired her." many." Ta Bach Ngon's eyebrows furrowed again. "To Nguyet, what do you want to say?" I smiled: "I'm just presenting the truth." He frowned even deeper, his voice began to lose patience: "To Nguyet, I know it's very difficult for me, your emotions are very volatile, I can understand this. But you can't just because of a few text messages It's not good for you, it's not good for the baby." Baby. These two words are like a thin needle, piercing my heart precisely. How long have I been married to you? It seems like four years. When I was twenty-two years old, I sneaked back from abroad to play. During a gathering of friends,

As soon as I met him, I fell in love with Ta Bach Ngon and started pursuing him. At first, he criticized me for being too young. Then I boldly clung to him, lifting my heart in front of him. Give flowers, give jewelry, proactively propose. Outsiders laugh at me for being a girl but not knowing how to maintain my dignity. But I don't feel anything is wrong. If you like someone, shouldn't you be so brave? After that, we were together. Loved each other for a year and then got married. During the four years of marriage, every day I carefully gave little by little. Sometimes when he responded to me a little, I felt the whole sky light up. Until I got pregnant, I realized he became very happy, even responding to me more than usual. But inside I suddenly started to feel uneasy. I kept clinging to him, asking him if he loved me. Even though he never said "love", he still seemed to gently answer me that "I will come home soon". Until this time, someone else took my private phone and even I was not allowed to touch it, sending me many messages. I just understand. It turns out that from beginning to end, he never put me in his heart. But luckily, it's all over. I don't have the strength to love anymore. Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, maybe he thought I had given in, so he walked to my side and bent down to hug me. "Okay, don't think too much anymore. I told my aunt to cook soup for you, drink some and rest early. Tomorrow is the weekend, I will go for a walk with you..." "I gave up the baby." I said very softly. But his whole body immediately stiffened. His arm, still in the same position as it was about to hug me, stopped in mid-air. The living room was so quiet that you could hear the clock hands on the wall moving. One hour, two hours, three hours. Then, he stood up straight, looking down at me from above, as if he still didn't understand. "What do you say?" I raised my head to face him, saying each word clearly: "I said, the baby is no longer there." "After you sent me those messages, I went to the hospital to have an abortion procedure." Ta Bach Ngon's face gradually turned white little by little. Having known him for five years, I have almost never seen him lose his temper. In front of everyone, he was always calm and emotionally stable like a precise machine. But at this moment, that machine was stuck. For some reason, I felt new, just staring at him. "You abandoned the baby without discussing it with me?" The corners of my lips still curled up: "Yes." "To Nguyet." He called my name, his voice trembling: "That's also my child." I shrugged indifferently. "I know." "You know?" His voice suddenly rose, the bottom of his eyes immediately turned red: "You know, but you still went to the hospital alone to abandon the baby, and you didn't even tell me!" "To Nguyet! Do you still have a husband in your eyes like me?" He has never raised his voice to me like that. Before, when we occasionally argued, at most he would just keep a cold face and be silent, waiting for me to proactively bow my head. At this moment, I suddenly burst out laughing: "Ta Bach Ngon, it turns out you know how to get angry too? It turns out your eyes can also be red? It turns out you also lose control like that at times? I thought you only knew how to use cold violence against me." Ta Bach Ngon froze, then squeezed my chin, anger flared up in his eyes. "To Nguyet! What are you causing trouble? I didn't say those words, why did you send them?" You definitely don't believe me?" "Furthermore, that's not only your child but also my child. Why did you leave it alone?" "If you have the courage to leave my child alone, then give me another child!" He suddenly bowed his head and bit my lips. The smell of blood quickly spread, I frowned in pain. We've been together for a year, married for four years, and he's never taken the initiative to kiss me. Even at times

The most intimate thing is when I take the initiative to kiss him. There was a time when, in my dreams, I also wished he could be a little proactive. But now, I just feel disgusted. I aggressively bit back. He was in pain and immediately pushed me away. I raised my head, my eyes were red, staring at him: "If you want to have a child, go find another woman to give birth. I see that your assistant is looking forward to giving birth to your child." Ta Bach Ngon was stunned: "What do you say?" I blushed and screamed: "I said, if you want to have a child, go find your assistant to give birth! Don't come here to make me disgusted." "Ta Bach Ngon, the person you are now really disgusts me. to the extreme!” He stared at me, as if he wanted to pierce me with his eyes. Three seconds later, he suddenly burst out laughing. "Okay! If you're that generous, I'll do as you wish." "Don't regret it! Don't come back crying and begging me!" The door was slammed shut. Everything was quiet again. I looked at the tightly closed door, tears silently falling, and finally burst into tears. It's like wanting to cry all the self-pity over the years. Ta Bach Ngon, this time I will not regret it. I will no longer humble myself to beg you. I raised my hand to wipe my tears and made a phone call. "Brother, the capital I previously invested in Ta Bach Ngon, withdraw it." Ta Bach Ngon didn't come home all night. The next morning, I went to the lawyer's office to prepare a divorce agreement. It's the weekend, you don't need to go to work. But I don't know where to go to find him. At this moment, a video appeared on the phone. Immediately followed by a flurry of voice messages from her best friend. "Nguyet Nguyet! Isn't this your arrogant husband?" "I went shopping at Luu Quang Number One and saw him with a woman! He even squatted down to tie her shoelaces!" "You've only been married for four months and he can't help but run out to make a living? Does this bastard still have any shame?" So! Damn it, I must kill this cheating couple!” I opened the video. In the picture, the man who is always noble and noble in front of me just reluctantly squatted down to tie her shoelaces because of the girl next to him's coquettish words. The girl smiled, took the phone and filmed him, he just smiled reluctantly. My heart still can't help but ache. It's not like I've never wanted this before. It's just that at that time, he forever had a noble and noble appearance. Don't refuse, don't do it. Let me shamelessly find the stairs and walk down. I twitched the corner of my lips and answered my best friend. "He and I are about to get a divorce." As soon as the text message was sent, a strange call came in. "May I ask, are you Miss To? Your husband and your friend had a dispute, please go to the police station quickly." My best friend is very hot-tempered, but I didn't expect her to act so quickly. I quickly took the car there. As soon as he arrived at the door, the sound of arguing inside continued to echo. "Ta Bach Ngon! Are you worthy of To Nguyet? She's only been pregnant for four months and you can't help but run out to eat secretly! You even openly took the third child shopping and tied her shoes! Why don't you go die?" "Our Nguyet Nguyet treats you so well, I love you." like that..." "Didn't she voluntarily cling to me?" Ta Bach Ngon coldly interrupted her. I froze in place. Ta Bach Ngon's voice continued to echo: