Chapter 13 — After Divorce, We Learn to Love Again

"Khuong Niem."

Behind... He called me. I stopped walking. But don't turn back.

"When..."

"You just met your children?"

I calmly replied.

"Follow the agreement."

"Three days notice."

I walked towards the door. Just as his hand touched the handle... His voice rang out behind him again.

"There's one more thing."

The volume is lower than just now. Also much more hoarse.

"What you wrote in the letter..."

"The things I had to endure at the Co family..."

I don't turn around.

"Khuong Niem..."

"Those things..."

I slowly turned around to look at him.

"Co Tram Chu."

"We just signed."

"According to the law..."

"Now you and I are just strangers."

"But strangers..."

"Don't talk about the past."

His throat moved slightly.

"I don't accept it."

"But you signed."

"Documents..."

"You can sign."

"But my heart..."

"Not accepted."

I calmly looked at him.

"That's your problem."

"It has nothing to do with me anymore."

I walked out of the meeting room. The hallway is very long. The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor rang out decisively and clearly. Get to the front of the elevator. I pressed the button. The elevator door opens. I walked in. Right at the moment the door was about to close... I saw him still standing at the door of the meeting room. Quietly looking after me. Man wearing gray suit. Standing at the end of the white hallway. Far far away. Like... A very long dream. Used to spend all my youth dreaming. The elevator door closed. That night. After signing the divorce papers. I used to think... It's finally over. The two children were asleep. Aunt Chu rested in the next room. Thanh Hoa went out to buy breakfast for tomorrow. It was just me sitting in the living room. Staring blankly at the computer screen. The company's work is progressing very smoothly. Tomorrow we still have to interview two local employees. They are all on the right trajectory. I still feel empty inside. Not... Because I miss you. Because I miss myself from the past. Missing the girl who counts every minute every day waiting for him to come home. Remember the girl who secretly put a heating bag in his wardrobe every time it got cold. Missing the girl on New Year's Eve... Giving birth to two children alone. It hurts so much that it bites and tears my lips. Still don't call you. Sometimes I think... What I used to love... Was not Co Tram Chu. My own heart. A heart that once loved despite everything. The phone vibrates.

"Excuse me, is this Ms. Khuong Niem?"

On the other end of the line was the voice of a young girl. Professional.

"Hello miss."

"I'm secretary Lam of the Co Group's Public Relations department."

"There's something I want to confirm with you."

"We discovered that in Tinh city, a new company named Niem An Logistics has just registered its establishment, and the legal representative is you."

"Considering you're Chairman Gu's ex-wife..."

"The PR department would like to confirm whether your company has any business relationship with the Co Group."

"If not..."

"We hope that in future media activities, you will avoid mentioning the Co Group or Chairman Co..."

I hung up. Three seconds later. The phone rang again. I lifted it up.

"Secretary Lam."

"Would you mind relaying a message to your PR department head?"

"The first."

"My company..."

"There is no relationship with the Co Group."

"I will never use the name Co Tram Chu to promote his company."

"I don't devalue myself that much."

"What will happen from now on..."

"Contact my lawyer."

"Don't call me directly anymore."

"Miss Khuong..."

"We just followed the process..."

"According to what process?"

"According to the procedure for calling your ex-wife to warn you..."

"Don't borrow your ex-husband's name?"

"No... that's not what I meant..."

"So what does that mean?"

"What the PR department means is..."

"Recently Chairman Gu has received a lot of attention."

"If the media knew he just got divorced..."

"My ex-wife even brought her children abroad to start a business..."

"Then that will affect the image of the corporation..."

"Image impact?"

"So we hope you can..."

"You guys want me to live a quiet life."

"Best..."

"Let's pretend I never existed."

"Best..."

"Let the whole world not know..."

"Co Tram Chu was once married."

"Once had children."

The other end of the line was silent. I coldly said every word.

"Please pass it back to the PR department."

"And also Co Tram Chu."

"How does Khuong Niem want to live..."

"There is no need for the Co Group's approval."

I hung up. Fingers... Not out of anger. A feeling of ridiculousness to the bone. I sacrificed for that man for three years. Save me from so many hidden arrows. Walked through so many difficult times with you. It was a phone call from the PR department. Please keep it a secret. Don't affect the image of our President. The phone screen lit up again. It's Co Tram Chu.

"That call was not directed by you."

I don't answer.

"The PR department handled it arbitrarily."

"I've solved it."

I remained silent. A moment later. New messages appear again.

"Khuong Niem?"

I only answer in three words.

"Don't bother me."

Messages are responded to almost immediately.

"I won't bother you."

"But there's something I have to report."

"Today my mother bought herself a ticket to Tinh City."

"I can't stop it."

"She said..."

"'Want to see my grandchild.'

I immediately sat up straight.

"Is she here yet?"

"Flight four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Probably just landed."

"Why are you speaking now?"

"I just found out."

"She didn't tell me."

"It's my assistant who can investigate."

Trieu Ngoc Lan. It's Trieu Ngoc Lan again. I immediately stood up. Quickly walk to the window. A black commercial vehicle slowly stopped right in front of the apartment gate. The car door opens. Trieu Ngoc Lan walked down. Accompanying her were no longer two women dressed in black.