Chapter 2 — After Divorce, I Am a Real Angel

The pain in my lower abdomen was empty, not the sharp pain like before, but a deep feeling of emptiness because of losing something. I stared at the ceiling, my mind blank. The phone now vibrates. As Deputy Kinh Nghien. I looked at the name flashing on the screen, the number that I set as my own ringtone but never rang late at night, for the first time I felt ironic. I don't answer the phone. The phone automatically hung up, then called again immediately. Once, twice, three times. For the fifth time, I swiped to listen, put the phone to my ear, and said nothing.

“To Nghien.” Pho Kinh Nghien's voice came through the receiver, carrying the usual coldness and impatience, "Uncle Lam said you were hospitalized? What tricks are you playing again? I warn you, don't cause trouble for me when Tuyet Nhi just returned to this country."

I laughed lightly.

“What are you laughing at?” His voice was colder.

“Pho Kinh Nghien.” I spoke, my voice a bit hoarse from the surgery, "Let's get a divorce."

The other end of the line suddenly went silent. A few seconds later, he seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke and sneered: "To Nghien, do you know what you're saying? Divorce? What qualifications do you have to ask for a divorce? Don't forget how you got this position of Deputy Lady, you To family..."

“The To family is the To family, I am me.” I calmly interrupted him, "I have already prepared the divorce agreement. I will send it to your company tomorrow. I will return this position to her and return it to the old owner."

“What do you mean?”

“The meaning is on the face of the words.” I slowly sat up, the pain in my stomach made cold sweat break out on my forehead, but my voice was especially clear, "Pho Kinh Nghien, these past three years, I've had enough. I've had enough of you treating me like a maid, I've had enough of you pretending to be single in front of everyone, I've had enough of you on your phone, I don't deserve a proper name. Now that the main owner is back, a substitute like me should also step down, right?"

“To Nghien!” His voice suddenly rose, carrying anger, "Don't think you can attract my attention using this method! I tell you, Tuyet Nhi is not like you, she is simple and honest, don't try to show her your narrow-minded thoughts to her!"

“Yes, she is simply honest.” I laughed, tears fell without warning, "So she's worthy for you to hold a cleansing party for, worthy for you to cut the steak yourself, worthy for you to hang up the housekeeper's call for help for her, and tell your comatose wife 'you can't die'. Pho Kinh Nghien, you're really deep."

The sound of objects breaking was heard on the other end of the line.

“Which hospital are you at?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“It doesn't matter anymore.” I looked out the window at the pitch black night, and said each word, "Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, meet at the Civil Affairs Department. If you don't come, I will ask a lawyer to send the agreement to the Pho Thi Group headquarters, so that everyone knows, the wife that Pho Kinh Nghien hid for three years, is about to divorce you."

“You dare!”

“Let's see if I dare or not.”

After speaking, I hung up the phone and turned off the power. The world is finally quiet. I lay back down on the bed, my hand gently placed on my lower abdomen. The place was still flat, but empty empty, nothing left. Son, I'm sorry. I didn't even know you had been here. But maybe this is better, you shouldn't have come to this cold world, you shouldn't have a father who kept your mother's name as "maid", and you shouldn't have to listen to your father telling others before being born - "Leave her alone, she won't die." I don't deserve to endure these things. So, goodbye child. No, it's goodbye. Early the next morning, I went through the hospital discharge procedures.