Chapter 2 — Divorce After Seven Years

"When you two got married, I told you, this job of yours is not only hard but also dangerous, and doesn't make much money. When you told me to quit, you didn't believe me." "Now it's good, it's very difficult to have a lost child. If you had listened to me and stayed at home to take care of the baby, would there have been problems with the baby?" So during the time I was in confinement, other than coming to scold me a few times, she didn't appear again. Let alone taking care of you like this. "Sister-in-law, please sit down." Ha Chi Nhuoc's voice pulled my thoughts back. At this moment, Tran's mother raised her eyes and looked straight at me. I was like an outsider, awkwardly looking at the happiness of others. "There's no need, I just came to tell Tran Thoi An about tomorrow, you rest well, I'll go first." Before going out the door, I vaguely heard Tran's mother mutter. "Being a sister-in-law is not generous at all, and she comes empty-handed. I said this daughter-in-law is not good, Thoi An is still determined to marry her." I have heard such words more than once. Before, I could still hear Tran Thoi An rebutting a few sentences. I don't know when, at times like this, he no longer speaks for me. The next day, I saw that the time was approaching, so I called Tran Thoi An. "I've already arrived at the gate of my parents' house, how long will it take for you to arrive?" "Wait a minute, Nhuoc Nhuoc's side is checking, about twenty minutes." "Okay, I'll wait for you at the gate of the house, the gift I bought, you can just come straight." "Yes." I stood at the gate of the house and waited for more than twenty minutes, but still didn't see Tran Thoi An. In the middle of sending him WeChat several times, he didn't respond, so I could only call him again. "Where are you going?" "In a while, there will be some problem at Nhuoc Nhuoc's side." "How long?" "I don't know, don't worry, I will come." After finishing speaking, he got a little impatient and hung up the phone. I stood at the gate of the house and waited for about half an hour, but Tran Thoi An still hadn't arrived. Helpless, I sent him a text message. "I'll go first, later I'll tell you that I have something to take care of so I'm late. Please take the opportunity to come early." This time, he replied immediately: "I know, I said I would come, don't keep pushing me, okay?" Coincidentally, when I saw this message, the sky suddenly started to rain. From the gate of the house to my parents' building was only a few hundred meters. Before I could run in, my whole body was drenched by the rain. Rainwater slid down my cheek and into the corner of my mouth, a bit bitter. "Why are you getting soaked in the rain like this, where is Thoi An? Aren't you coming with me?" I put down the gift and took the towel my mother gave me. "He has an emergency, he'll be here later." "Okay, go take a shower first, Thoi An will come later to eat." I finished showering and went out, Tran Thoi An still hadn't come. Mom made a large table of food, all of Tran Thoi An's favorite dishes. My parents sat at the table, their faces full of anticipation. An hour passed, nearly half past one, Tran Thoi An still hadn't arrived. I went out to make a phone call. As soon as the phone was connected, I hadn't said anything yet when I heard Tran Thoi An impatiently scream. "Ngon Hoan, can you stop urging me? I already said that Nhuoc Nhuoc's side can't go for the time being." "Can you tell the difference between serious and urgent? It's not a birthday every year, but Nhuoc Nhuoc is a patient!" I laughed, serious or urgent? The truth is that she is heavy, I am light, she is urgent, I am leisurely. But clearly a second ago I saw a post on Ha Chi Nhuoc's circle of friends. "He's dizzy, can't sleep, he's like when he was little, reading books to me next to him." The attached photo is interesting that Tran Thoi An was taken from her perspective. Without waiting for me to say anything, Tran Thoi An hung up the phone. I stood in the hallway for more than ten seconds before pushing the door open. Parents' faces

gradually quieted down. "Hoan Hoan, tell me the truth, did you and Thoi An have a problem?" "Otherwise, why did you transfer to work, even going to Kinh Chau so far?" Having said that, my mother took out my transfer order, only then did I see that the things in my bag had been taken out. The wet bag was washed and dried by my mother. I was thinking about how to go about it, my mother put my divorce petition in front of me. "Don't think about finding excuses, if there is no problem, what is this?" I took a deep breath, not intending to hide it anymore, and told everything. My mother's eyes immediately turned red. "He bullies people too much, he dares to bully my daughter like that!" Dad's voice still carried a bit of sickness, but with an aggressive atmosphere, he stood up and wanted to find Tran Thoi An to explain. But as soon as he stood up, before he could take a step, he fell straight down. "Dad!" I quickly took him to the hospital, the doctor said it was a myocardial infarction, but he was saved. "The good news is that the patient was temporarily saved." "But the patient had serious complications, the muscle controlling the mitral valve was torn, leading to the loss of mitral valve function, forcing a second surgery to immediately replace the mitral valve."