Chapter 5 — After He Switched Brides On The Ceremony

The other side was silent for a long time.

"Do I have to say something so harsh?"

"It's the truth."

"Nien Nghien is not another woman, she is like my sister."

"Then why don't you let her wear her own dress?"

"She just wants to experience what it's like to be a bride."

"If you experience being a bride, you must also experience being a groom?"

I stared at that sentence, then only answered one sentence.

"When you replaced me from the altar, you didn't feel bitter."

His phone immediately rang. I didn't pick up the phone. In the afternoon, To Nghien posted a video. She sat by the window, eyes red, holding a tissue in her hand.

"I know everyone is scolding me, but I've never really stolen anything from anyone. Van Chau and I have known each other since we were kids, I've always seen him as my brother. I didn't expect a game to hurt Ms. Dung so much."

At the end, her tears silently fell. Below the video, defensive comments began to appear.

"She's already pitiful enough, what else does Dung Chi want?"

"Obviously the person at fault is Ta Van Chau, why do you keep scolding To Nghien?"

"This woman is so cruel, she won't even accept an apology."

After watching the video, I put down my phone.

"Crying very accurately, even the pauses are carefully calculated."

I asked Chu Sam to investigate all of To Nghien's business relationships in the last three years. Two hours later, the file was placed on my desk. One of the document pages has been underlined in red. The first investment in a fashion design studio named To Nghien came from the Ta group. The formal dress she wore on her wedding day was made by a high-end fashion company under the Ta group. Chu Sam said:

"Her factory lost money last year. Ta Van Chau compensated for the loss three times."

"Does Ta Van Chau know about this?"

"I know. The person who signed it is him."

I looked at the three payment slips in front of me, my fingertips lightly tapping on the table.

"Keep all the evidence carefully."

"When will it be announced?"

"Wait for him to bring himself one more time."

Ta Van Chau does not come to Te Ngan anymore. Instead, every day he sent someone to bring gifts. The first day is a bunch of white lily of the valley. The second day is a wooden box containing a ring. The third day is the brooch my mother left behind. The person carrying the brooch stood in front of the reception desk and conveyed the message on his behalf.

"Mr. Ta said the brooch has been cleaned. I hope Ms. Dung will take it back."

I told the receptionist to return the box.

"Tell him, coming clean doesn't mean it never happened."

That brooch was once pinned on To Nghien's chest. No matter how many times you clean it, the photos taken that day are still intact. At eleven o'clock at night, Ta Van Chau texted me.

"You don't even accept what I gave you?"

I replied:

"Do not accept."

"So what do you want?"

"From now on, don't contact me anymore."

"Don't you want to talk now?"

"There's nothing left to talk about between us."

"I'm ready to reorganize the wedding."

"But I don't want to."

"I won't let To Nghien participate anymore."

"What you should do is not kick her out of the wedding."

"So what do you want anyway?"

"No more weddings."

He called. After I picked up the phone, the other end of the line remained silent quiet. A few seconds later, he spoke.

"You really don't want to marry me anymore?"

"Don't want to."

"We've been together for five years."

"I know."

"Just because of a game, are you going to throw away five years?"

"Not me."

"It's me who traded those five years for one game."

It seemed like his finger accidentally tapped the table, and a dull sound rang out from the phone.

"I told you, I don't want to hurt you."

"But you did."

"Can you give me a chance to make up for it?"

"Compensate for what?"

"Make up for the wedding."

"The wedding cannot be compensated."

"So you make up for the marriage."

"You don't even have the right to talk to me about marriage registration."

"I can take you now."

"I'm not going."

On the other end of the line, a short breath sounded.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I just want you out of my life."