Chapter 11 — Being forced to divorce empty-handed, I made him empty-handed for the rest of his life

I hung up. Call the staff and tell them to take the day off tomorrow. Then start cleaning. That night lasted until two in the morning. Lawyer Ly called: "Tran Tu Ngang has been detained. The crime of intentionally destroying property, the preliminary damage amount is more than fifty thousand, enough for prosecution."

“About two to three years.”

“Aren't you sad?”

"What's sad? It's his own choice."

The next day, the news spread.

"The ex-husband's request for a reunion failed and he destroyed his wife's studio."

Comments were full of outrage.

“This kind of man should go to jail!”

“That sister is too miserable.”

“Support harsh punishment!”

My mother-in-law called me, crying and begging me to write a complaint.

“To Van, I beg you, he is my only son, you cannot let him go to prison!”

"Miss, when you forced me to leave empty-handed, did you think that he was also Doa Doa's father?"

“I was wrong… I was really wrong…”

"When he smashed my studio, did he think I was Doa Doa's mother? So how can I forgive?"

I hung up. In the end, Tran Tu Ngang was sentenced to two years and six months in prison, and had to compensate for all damages to my studio. The money in his account was deducted, but it was still not enough, the court had to sell his watch and jewelry to make up for it. Completely empty-handed. I redid the studio, bought new equipment, and restored the whole thing. No staff left. Everyone is waiting for me to return. The day it reopened, Chu Tinh brought Doa Doa there. The little girl held a box: "Mom, I gave it to you." Inside is a painting. There's me, there's the girl, there's the studio. Scribbled above: “Mom is the best.” I hugged my daughter tightly. This time, the tears were no longer held. Chu Tinh patted my shoulder: "Don't cry, cheer up."

“I'm happy.”

“Then laugh.”

A real smile. Over the past year, I've gone from being desperate, from being a full-time wife to becoming an independent woman, from being pushed out with nothing to building my own career. I lost a marriage. But I found myself again. I lost a terrible man. But I take back my future. On the studio wall, I hang a sentence: Women should never lose themselves because of marriage. Every day I go to work I see it. To remind me. And also to remind women like me. That afternoon, the sunlight was very beautiful. I stood by the window, looking out at the city. Doa Doa is painting, the staff is busy, Chu Tinh is filming the video. Everything is in its place. The phone rang. I picked up the phone.

"Miss To, we are from the court. Tran Tu Ngang's compensation has been completed. Alimony will also be deducted from his labor income. In addition, the restraining order has officially taken effect. After completing his prison term, he is not allowed to approach you and your daughter."

I hung up. Look out the window. Tran Tu Ngang. Your time... is over. And my time—it's just begun.