Chapter 16 — Divorce During Pregnancy

While helping me type, To Tieu winked at me. I rolled my eyes: "Knock it - it still counts." She typed and laughed until her whole body was shaking. After sending it, she returned the phone to me. On the screen shows Luc Hanh Chu's answer. One word: “Okay.” Neat and decisive. Just like you. At night, the hospital room is quiet. To Tieu slept on the caregiver's bed. After drinking milk, the two children fell asleep. I can't sleep. Lying on my side, I looked at the two little faces in the stroller next to the bed. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, covering their faces with a layer of pale silver light. At this moment, the world was extremely quiet. There is no Chu Han Vu. There is no Phuong Thuc Cam. Without Quy Nhu, there is no Ha Minh Vien. There was no stuffiness of thirty-five hundred yuan, nor calculations of ninety-five million. It's just me and my two children in this small hospital room. I gently held the boy's hand. A small fist the size of a thumb immediately automatically squeezed my finger. I held the little girl's hand again. Also tighten the screws. One left one right. Just like when I was in my stomach. I closed my eyes. This time, there's no need to say life will get better. Because life is already good. This is the moment. It is now. Outside the window the wind blew. The March wind carries the scent of flowers and blows into the hospital room. Like the scent I smelled the day I finished signing and walked out of the coffee shop. The taste of freedom. Only then is it a person's freedom. Now it's three people. I smiled. Then finally fell into a deep sleep. This sleep is also very peaceful. It was as peaceful as the first night I moved out of the villa. No, it was more peaceful than then. Because then it was a relief after escaping from the cage. And now it's the peace of mind that comes with truly having everything you want. Ninety-five million is in the account. Two children are next door. There is another person worth looking forward to and having a meal in the future. Giang Niem An. This life starts from here. It's really just the beginning. （End of full text）