Chapter 9 — After Divorce, I Recovered Everything

He started slapping himself in the face. No mercy. Soon. Both cheeks were red and swollen.

“Can you give me one more chance?”

“Let's remarry, Tran Hi!”

“I will definitely treat you well from now on!”

“I give you everything!”

“I will listen to whatever you say!”

“Please…”

Tears and snot mixed together. Flowing all over the face. Just pitiful. Just sad again. I opened the car door. Step down. The sound of high heels tapping on the ground rang out clearly. It's like stepping directly on his heart. I stopped in front of him. Looking down from above. I spoke up. The voice was so cold that it didn't have any temperature.

“Do you think these words still make sense now?”

He raised his head. His bloodshot eyes were filled with hope.

“It makes sense!”

“If only you would forgive me…”

I interrupted him.

“Tell me.”

“What should I forgive you for?”

"Forgive me for the fact that on our wedding anniversary, you went to celebrate Manh Dinh's birthday?"

“Forgive me for using my money to buy a car, a house, and a handbag for her?”

“Or forgive me for taking her to our own house and telling me to go away?”

Every sentence I say. His face turned even whiter. The body also trembles more intensely.

“No… it's not like that… I…”

“Take back that pitiful appearance of yours.”

My voice was filled with disgust.

"You didn't turn around because you still love me."

“I just lost everything.”

“There is no other way to go.”

“The person you kneel is not me.”

“But the rich and luxurious life you lost.”

“What you are asking for is not my forgiveness.”

“It's an opportunity to return to the days of spending money like water.”

Those words. Like a sharp blade. Rip off his entire false disguise. Revealing the dirtiest core. Tu Khai's face immediately turned pale. The pleading eyes gradually turned into shame. Then angry.

“In your eyes…”

“Are you really that kind of person?”

“What if it doesn't?”

I laughed coldly.

“I see you too clearly.”

“The person I love has never been anyone.”

“I only love people who can bring me benefits and satisfaction.”

“Before that person was me.”

“Later, Manh Dinh.”

“Now you find out I'm more useful.”

“So you came back to find me.”

“Don't you find yourself very disgusting?”

His throat was blocked. Can't say a word. Everyone kneeled there. Staggering as if about to fall. I took out a check from my bag. And a pen. Squat down in front of him. Write a series of numbers on it. 1,820,000 yuan.

“I paid you back the money for the house repairs that year.”

I tore up the check. Throw it right on his face.

“Give it back to me.”

“From now on.”

“We no longer owe each other anything.”

“Get out of my life.”

I stood up. Turn around and get in the car. Don't look back at him again. The car slowly rolled out of the basement. Through the rearview mirror. I saw him still kneeling in place. Like a stone statue abandoned by the world. Right at that moment. My phone rings. It's a strange number. I hesitated for a few seconds then pressed listen.

“Hello, is this Tran Hi?”

On the other end of the line came the voice of an old and tired woman.

“I am Manh Dinh's mother.”

Manh's mother Dinh. This unexpected call made me frown slightly.

“Is there something wrong?”

My voice was extremely cold.

“Miss Tran, please, please spare our Tieu Dinh!”

On the other end of the line, a muffled cry rang out. Full of begging and helplessness.

“We know we were wrong.”

“Don't destroy your family.”

“But my Tieu Dinh…”

“It also has its own suffering!”

Private suffering? I laughed coldly in my heart. Is there any suffering? Enough to be the reason to destroy someone else's marriage?

“Miss Tran, you don't know.”