Chapter 11 — After transferring 150,000 Yuan, I turned the table on the marriage

“I know… this money can't make up for what they've done.”

“I just want to… make up for a little mistake.”

“Atonement?” I looked at him and suddenly felt funny.

“Do you think money can atone for mistakes?”

“What they destroyed was my faith, my life.”

“Those things… can money buy them back?”

He was speechless and could only bow his head. I stood up, not wanting to say more.

“I have seen you.”

“In the future… don't look for us anymore.”

“Let's pretend we never met.”

I pushed the stroller and left. Don't look back. After walking for a while, I still turned my head to look. The old man still sat there alone, as quiet as a statue. Sunlight through the leaves fell on him in patchy streaks. Very pitiful. But… it doesn't concern me anymore. A week later, the divorce decree was sent home. Khuong Vi and I officially ended our marriage relationship. The right to raise Noc Nhat belongs to me. Khuong Vi was stripped of visitation rights. House, car, savings... all belong to me. He left empty-handed. The court forcibly recovered 150,000 yuan from Truong Lan and the car in Khuong Dao's name. Ton Nhue's side also through a lawyer refunded all the money received. Everything… finally ended. That evening, my father opened a bottle of precious wine that had been stored for many years. The whole family raised their glasses.

"Congratulations to Tieu Hi for escaping the sea of suffering and starting again from the beginning!"

I took a sip, it was spicy... but very refreshing. Yes, starting again. I looked out the window, the lights of every house were shining like stars. I know... Tran Hi's new life. Just started. Time... is the best healer. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. Nac Nhat could walk, his steps were unsteady and he ran towards me, sweetly calling out: She is the brightest light in my life. I returned to work. Thanks to my previous performance, I was promoted to department manager. Work is busy, but makes me feel like I'm truly alive. I used the money I got back to buy my parents a house facing the sea in the South, so they can go there every winter to relax. I also enrolled in an MBA, constantly upgrading myself. My life is… busy, but full. Occasionally, I still hear some news about the Khuong family. It was told by an old neighbor. It is said that after Truong Lan was released from prison, he fell ill, became paralyzed, and was unable to take care of himself. Khuong Dao considered her a burden, sent her to the cheapest nursing home and ignored her. Only that gentle man, Khuong Vi's father, sold his house in the countryside and came alone to take care of her. Return grudges for kindness. Maybe… that's the way he loves. As for Khuong Vi, he is still in prison. It is said that he often causes trouble and fights, so the execution time may be longer. His life… was truly over. Sometimes, in quiet nights, I also wonder. If that day, at the month-long party, I choose to be patient. If I don't resist to the end. So what will happen to me now? Maybe… still stuck in that suffocating marriage. Every day she is calculated by her mother-in-law and betrayed by her husband. Embracing a torn family, wearing yourself down to exhaustion. In the end, I became someone I even hated. Every time I think about it... I get shivers. I'm very lucky. Lucky for being alert enough… and brave enough. Main that pulled me back to the brink… then changed direction. To step onto another path... wider, brighter. That day, I took Nac Nhat to the shopping center. In the children's department, I saw someone I knew. She is Trieu Khai's wife. Next to her was a boy about three or four years old. She was much thinner, but her eyes were calmer than before. She also saw me. We looked at each other for a moment, then she nodded slightly. I also nodded back. No need to say anything. We all understand. We are all people… who have escaped from the same quagmire. Lost a lot. But also… being resurrected. After buying things, I took Nac Nhat to the rooftop garden. The little girl ran on the grass, chasing birds, laughing loudly. I sat on the bench, looking at my child. The sunlight is warm enough, the wind is light enough. A man in a suit sat down next to me.

“Hello, can I sit here?”

His voice is low and easy to hear. I turned my head to look at a clean, gentle face. He smiled, showing his white teeth.

“Your daughter… is so adorable.”

"Thank." I also smiled.

He took out the document and started reading. I withdrew my gaze and continued to look at my daughter. Nac Nhat, tired of running, staggered towards me, his voice soft: I opened my arms and hugged my child. She kissed me on the cheek. Soft... and fragrant with milk. That moment… I felt like I had the whole world. I raised my head. On the horizon… a rainbow appeared. After a storm... there will always be a clear sky. And my sky… It's here. And will never leave again.