Chapter 4 — After Divorce, the Esports World Belongs to Me

I opened To Uyen Uyen's Moments section. Latest post: "It's so nice to have someone who loves me~ [sobbing][heart]" Attached is an image: an arm is pouring sea water, in the corner of the photo - a man's hand is vaguely visible. My heart - suddenly cold. I kept scrolling down. During the past half month - when I was busy working far away - her stories were colorful, bustling, and full of hidden meanings. “Staying up all night working with someone to keep you company~ Thank you, Dien, for the loving late night meal!” “The wooden finger also has someone to carry the team~ he wins!” "My mouth criticizes people for being chickens, but I secretly practice my account to help~ [screenshot]" "Finally received my favorite gift! Truly only my brother understands people's hearts~ [photo]" It's that limited edition figure. Every line, every photo — there's no specific name, but it's all filled with innuendo. And Co Dien - almost all of them liked it, a few even commented: "Don't stay up too late." “Next time, don't feed anymore.” At this point, everything is so clear. No need to say it outright. No need for kissing photos, no need for a bed. Just enough "caring", enough "tacit understanding", enough "special"... I - the legitimate wife - was kicked out of the world of the two of them. "Acc I'm done practicing, please play carefully." “If you like it, it's okay.” As for the text message I sent — I had to wait a few hours to get a response: “Busy.” “Practicing.” “In a meeting.” I put down the iPad, my stomach cramping. Not out of anger. Which is… disgusting. At that moment, the sound of the door lock rang. Co Dien returned. He saw me sitting in the living room, paused for a moment, then spoke stiffly: "Aren't you sleeping yet?" I raised my head, my voice was terrifyingly calm: "How is your sister?" His movement of taking off his jacket paused: "It's okay. It's just low blood sugar. After the fluid infusion, I'll take you back to the dormitory." “Oh, that's good.” I nodded. “After all, health is important — not like me, who only knows how to 'cause unreasonable things'.” Co Dien frowned and scratched his head in frustration: "Lam Vi, can we talk properly? Can you stop targeting Uyen Uyen forever? I really have nothing with her!" "Nothing?" I picked up the iPad, turned the screen on, and held it straight towards him. This is the latest post on To Uyen Uyen's story. “Someone loves me so well~” Image: the arm is giving water, and the silhouette of a man's hand is in the corner of the photo. "There's nothing to worry about every little thing, sending late-night snacks, practicing accounts, giving gifts? Co Dien, even when pursuing me, you were never this dedicated." He grabbed the iPad and shouted: "You secretly checked my messages?!" "What? Is there something shady that I can't see?" “It's your privacy!” I stood up, facing him, my eyes sharp as knives: "Privacy? Co Dien, when you have too much 'privacy' with another woman that your wife can't know, then our marriage - is rotten." He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute, but couldn't find any words. In the end, he could only get angry: "You're unreasonable! I'm just taking care of my teammates' psychology! Can you be less selfish and have some vision?!" "Vision?" I laughed, cold as ice. "What is the vision you talk about? Is it so that I - your wife - have to accept that you are ambiguous with others? Is it using lies and history? deleted it to cover up my illegal behavior?" I took a step forward, looking straight into his eyes: “Then answer me – last night, were you really at the club?” Co Dien's eyes wavered, a barely noticeable trace of confusion flashed through. “Of course.” I smiled faintly, my voice getting colder: "So why does To Uyen Uyen's story today have a corner of the photo - exactly the same as the decoration in your office at home? That is a souvenir I personally designed for the team's founding day, there is only one." Co Dien's face - pale. 9 Co Dien's confusion only lasted a few seconds, but was quickly replaced by stubborn anger. “Lin Vi! Are you stalking me? Zoom in on the photo to see details? Are you crazy?!” I took a step back, widened the distance between us, and spoke calmly: "Compared to what you do behind my back, what's the point of me analyzing a photo?" “Co Dien, you can continue to deny it, it's up to you. But I — am not a fool.” He took a deep breath and said harshly: "Okay, I was at home last night, handling team work in the office, then Uyen Uyen came to deliver the documents. I was so tired that I slept in the living room. So what's wrong? Why do you keep thinking bad things about others?” I slowly repeated each word, my eyes cold as ice: “Midnight. Single men and women. In your house. In my office. Sleep in the living room.” “Co Dien, tell me — does that sound normal?” “We are working!” he snapped. “Working but having to delete all messages?” "Working but having to post a story revealing your feelings?" "Doing a job where you have to take care of her every meal, every sleep, every shaking hand?" I couldn't help but raise my voice: "Ask yourself, is that still 'work'?!" “If not, then what?! You want to accuse me of adultery, are you willing?!” He roared, as if he were the one being harmed. “It's you who is using your actions, every day and every hour, to prove it to me!” I felt like my whole chest was being squeezed, my voice trembled with pain: "From the anniversary party until today, I have chosen her every time!" Defend her, worry about her, leave me alone because of her! If you can't let go of your 'good sister', then let's divorce! Just take care of her honestly, no need for me to bother you anymore!” The two words "divorce" were like a knife stabbing straight into his heart. He froze, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. “You… What did you say? Just because of this little matter, you want a divorce?" “Small matter?” I almost laughed — a cold, hollow laugh. “So in your eyes, what is the big deal? Do you have to commit cheating in bed with your own eyes to qualify for divorce? “You…” He was so angry that his face turned purple, pointing at me, his hands shaking with anger: “Okay! Very good! Lam Vi, you are so good! I thought you were just teasing me a little, but I didn't expect you to be so in love! Okay! Ly is ly! Don't regret it!” Boom! He pushed the door open and walked out, the sound of the door closing sounded like thunder, shaking the whole house. I sat down on the sofa, my whole body was cold. My tears finally couldn't hold back and fell silently. Not because I can't bear it. It's because of anger. And out of frustration. I don't know how long I sat like that, until the phone rang — it was an unfamiliar number. I picked up the phone. On the other end, A familiar female voice rang out, carrying a hint of pride: "Sister-in-law, it's me - Uyen Uyen. Did you and Mr. Dien quarrel?" I wiped my tears, my voice was cold again: "Miss To, what's wrong?" She started her familiar tone again: "Don't be angry with Mr. Dien anymore, it's all my fault... He's just too emotional, he can't bear to see you sad. We really have nothing, the person he loves the most is still you..." "To Uyen Uyen." I interrupted, my voice sharp as a knife: "There are no outsiders here. Stop acting. You're wasting your effort, isn't it to 'get in position'?"