Chapter 11 — After Divorce, I Recovered Everything

“It's all because of that woman!”

“Because of my ex-wife!”

“She is the one who harmed us!”

“Go kill her!”

“Go steal the money and bring it back here!”

“Didn't you say you love me?”

“Then get to work!”

The video stops suddenly there. I turned off the phone screen. Start the car. Then hit the gas. Rush quickly towards the predetermined destination. I went to that hospital. Right in front of Manh Dinh's hospital room. I saw Tu Khai. He huddled on the bench in the hallway. Like a dog abandoned by its owner. My hair is even messier than before. The eyes are also more empty. Heard footsteps. He raised his head. When you see me. A distorted light suddenly flared in those cloudy eyes. Like a drowning person seeing the last life-saving piece of wood. He staggered to his feet. Rush towards me. I took a step back. Avoid him. He missed. The whole person staggered. Almost fell down.

“I'm here…”

“You still care about me, right?”

He speaks incoherently. On his face was a humble, pleasing smile.

“Did you bring money?”

“Tieu Dinh...”

“Tieu Dinh needs money for surgery…”

I looked at him. Suddenly it felt like even anger became redundant. This man. It's completely broken. In his head now. Only money remains. And the woman kicked him like trash. I calmly spoke up.

“I didn't come here because of you.”

“It's not because of her either.”

“I came to tell you something.”

He looked at me bewildered.

“Do you remember the second year after we got married?”

“When you had acute gastroenteritis and had to be hospitalized?”

He nodded absentmindedly.

“That day I had a high fever that wouldn't go down.”

“The doctor even issued a critical notice.”

“It was me who stayed with you for three days and three nights.”

“Do not leave even one step.”

“The time your company broke its cash flow.”

“I locked myself in my office for three days without eating or drinking.”

“It's me running around looking for people.”

“Help you attract new investment.”

“And the time my mother had a traffic accident.”

“She needs an urgent blood transfusion.”

“Another rare blood type.”

“I donated 400cc of blood.”

“Save her life.”

I repeat every story. Tu Khai's face turned even whiter. He remembers it all. Just never took it to heart. He always takes everything for granted. My voice trembled slightly.

“I'm for you.”

“For my family.”

“You spent your youth.”

“I put my heart and soul into it.”

“Even my health.”

“I used to think.”

“I got love.”

“But in the end.”

“In your eyes.”

“All of those things are not as good as a woman who needs you to use money to save her.”

"My love."

“That's really cheap.”

He opened his mouth. Want to say something. But couldn't utter a word. On his face, there was only the gray ash of depression.

“I came here today.”

“Just wanted to see it with my own eyes.”

I looked at him. Then look through the glass of the hospital room. Look at the pale woman lying inside.

“The person I wouldn't hesitate to give up everything to save.”

“The one I call true love.”

“In the end, what does it look like?”

“I see clearly.”

“It's completely hopeless.”

I took out a file from my bag. It's something I asked my lawyer to prepare. An agreement to rescind a gift of property.

“Here are all the documents initial investment in your company.”

“The same list of relationships and resources that I have used to help you handle your work over the years.”

“According to the law.”

“I have the right to request the cancellation of this conditional donation.”

“Because you failed to fulfill the most basic obligation of marriage.”

“That's loyalty.”

I placed the file on his chest.

“The remaining 5% of shares are in your hands.”

“Will also come back for me.”

“After today.”

“You are truly empty-handed.”

Tu Khai bowed his head and looked at the documents. Whole body trembled.

“Tran Hi...”

“I can't treat you like that…”

“I can't…”

“I can.”

I interrupted him. The voice was decisive and cold.

“This is the price you have to pay.”

Right at that moment. The hospital room door opened. Manh Dinh's mother walked out. See us. She was stunned. She knelt down in front of me.

“Miss Tran…”

“Please have mercy on us…”

I don't look at her. His eyes only stopped on Tu Khai.

“Or not sign?”

His gaze continuously fluctuated. And the mother was kneeling at my feet. On his face was a painful struggle. It was like all my strength was drained. He slowly took the pen I gave him. Tremblingly signed his name at the end of the document. Right at that moment. I saw the last light in his eyes. Completely turned off. I collected the file. Turn around and leave. Don't look back again. It was the desperate cry of Manh Dinh's mother. And Tu Khai's choking sound like a wounded wild animal. It's no longer relevant to me. I walked out of the hospital. Drizzle has begun to fall. Cold raindrops touched my cheeks. But it made me feel extremely alert. I raised my head. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. In the air. Smells of damp earth. There is a smell of young grass. It's the smell of a beginning. The smell of new life.