Chapter 9 — After Forgetting Your Husband

That evening, Tong Chieu helped me piece together the evidence according to the timeline, and sent it along with the lawyer's warning letter. I used my personal account to post a single sentence: *I am Diep Tri Chi, I will divorce and will gain custody of my daughter. Those who spread false rumors, don't try to escape.* Below, someone immediately rushed in and cursed. I don't block comments. Half an hour later, the first video was posted. Tham Duat Hanh's words *"Take the car to the hospital yourself, don't come looking for me"* rang out amidst the sound of pouring rain. The comments section was quiet for a few minutes, then it completely exploded. Someone asked: *Is this a good father?* Someone scolded: *You have such a fever, yet you still serve another woman?* Someone dug up Ha Tuyen's account, pulling out the photos she posted over the past three years of a late-night cup of tea, a man's jacket, and an infusion bottle at the hospital. I looked at the screen, my stomach churning. This is not a victory. This is tearing open the wound for all to see. But if not torn, the pus will forever rot in the flesh. At eleven o'clock at night, Tham Duat Hanh called. I picked up the phone, turned on speakerphone, and turned on recording. His voice was hoarse: "Diep Tri Chi, delete it." I asked: “Why?”

“Huge impact on the company.”

I burst out laughing.

“When Tue Tue had a fever of thirty-nine degrees eight, you said don't come to me if anything happens.”

"Now that your company is in pain, don't bother looking for me."

【Chapter 7】 Since that night, for the first time, Tham Duat Hanh revealed his pathetic appearance in front of me. Not on my doorstep. It's in the mediation room of the Civil Affairs Department. On the day he filed for divorce (waiting for the reconciliation period), he wore a black suit, his tie was tied very tight, his eye bags were pale, as if he had stayed up all night. Tong Chieu and I sat on one side, Tue Tue was asked by a neighbor to look after him so he didn't come. Tham Duat Hanh's lawyer sat next to him, opened the documents, proposed joint custody of the child, and temporarily did not divide the assets on the grounds that my ability to judge after losing my memory was still a question mark. Tong Chieu slammed the hospital diagnosis paper straight on the table.

"Retrograde amnesia does not mean losing the capacity to act civilly. Mr. Tham wants to make this matter difficult, I advise you to refresh your legal knowledge first."

The opponent's lawyer's face turned slightly awkward. Tham Duat Hanh is always looking at me. I don't look at him. Suddenly he spoke up: "Diep Tri Chi, let's talk." Tong Chieu was about to stop, but I said: "Let's just say it here." His throat slid up and down: "What happened on the internet, I've already ordered someone to deal with Ha Tuyen." I asked: "Process?"

“She will not appear in front of you again.”

I looked at him: "Do you think the problem lies in her appearing?" He was silent. I took out the divorce agreement and pushed it forward.

“Sign.”

He lowered his eyes to look at the paper, his finger placed on the pen, but refused to move.

“I've written many divorce agreements before, but each time I didn't sign them at the last minute.”

“So let me sign this time.”

He looked up, his eyes streaked with red blood.

“Diep Tri Chi, have you really lost your memory, or are you using the excuse of losing your memory to take revenge on me?”

The atmosphere in the mediation room was freezing gelation. Tong Chieu frowned: "Mr. Tham, pay attention to your words." I suddenly found it funny. Until now he still thinks that I left him, definitely because I wanted to punish him. I asked, “If I pretend, you'll feel better, right?” His fingers tightened. I continued: "So you can tell yourself that I still love you, I'm just pretending, I'm just waiting for you to bow." His face began to become unsightly.