Chapter 10 — Eight Stolen Years

He looked at the tear-stained face before his eyes. Over the past eight years... He had been fascinated and moved by the expression on that face countless times. And now… He just felt waves of nausea rising.

“I don't want to hear what she has to say.”

Luc Xuyen opened his mouth. His voice was so hoarse that even he found it strange.

“I want to hear it from your own mouth.”

Tham Nguyet's whole body stiffened. His face immediately turned pale. Luc Xuyen helped her to the sofa and sat down. Then he also sat down opposite. Between the two of them is a cold glass tea table. He took out a small tape recorder from his pocket. The finger in the pocket silently pressed the record button.

“Nguyet Nguyet.”

“We've been married for eight years.”

“I don't want to hear outsiders judge my wife.”

In Tham Nguyet's eyes... Hope flared up again.

“Husband… you… you trust me?”

“Believe it or not…”

“Depends on you.”

Luc Xuyen's voice was low and heavy.

“I'm only giving you this one chance.”

"Tell me the whole story of that year. Every detail, don't hide anything."

“If you lie even half a sentence…”

“We are finished.”

The two words "divorce" are like a sword hanging above Tham Nguyet's head. She was completely panicked. She stared into Luc Xuyen's eyes, trying to find some flaw in them. But what she saw... It was just bottomless coldness. She gets it. I have no way back anymore.

“I said… I said everything…”

She trembled as she opened her mouth, tears falling like broken beads.

“It… I did it.”

“I took her file bag.”

Luc Xuyen's heart sank straight to the bottom of the abyss. But his face still showed nothing.

“How to get it?”

"The day I finished filling out my college application, I went to her house. I saw the file bag sitting on the desk."

“Back then… I felt like I was possessed.”

Tham Nguyet began to justify herself.

“I'm so jealous of her.”

“Why is she always first?”

“Why does every teacher like her?”

“Based on what… are your eyes always looking towards her?”

“I just want her to taste failure.”

“I hid the folder in the classroom, stuck it in the drawing board and brought it home.”

“At first I just planned to hide it for a few days, wait for the enrollment to end and then return it to her…”

“I don't want to ruin her whole life…”

It's a lie. Even now… She's still lying. Luc Xuyen's heart became a little colder.

“What happens after that?”

He continued to ask.

"I hid her profile, but she was the valedictorian of the entire province. Capital University originally only recruited her."

“How can I make sure that spot definitely falls into my hands?”

This question clearly hit a fatal weakness. Tham Nguyet's face turned pale. Lips trembled but words could not be spoken. Luc Xuyen raised his voice and delivered the final blow:

“Nguyet Nguyet.”

“Look at me.”

“Tell me.”

“This is the last chance to save our marriage.”

“If you don't say…”

“I will call the lawyer tomorrow.”

Tham Nguyet completely collapsed.

“It's my uncle!”

She burst out.

“At that time, I worked in the records room of the city Department of Education.”

“I begged him to help me.”

“I said I don't want to go to University C, I want to go to Capital University.”

“I begged him to change Chu Le's application status to 'candidate who voluntarily gave up'."

“He said do that too dangerous…”

"But you can help me manipulate it so that Chu Le's file is 'accidentally lost' and cannot be transferred."

“So her achievements will become null and void.”

“The admission to Capital University will automatically be transferred to the second place winner…”

“It's you.”

"That bonus is also because he helps me have sex."

“He said everything was handled perfectly…”

“Absolutely no one will find out.”

Tham Nguyet cried until she couldn't make a sound. Every single detail was revealed by her. She thought she was asking Luc Xuyen for forgiveness. But she didn't know... Every word she said... Was recorded clearly on that small tape recorder. Her own hands... Are weaving the net that leads her to hell. Luc Xuyen quietly listened to everything. Until she couldn't say another word. He doesn't get angry. No screaming. Just feel endless confusion and pain. He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the city lights outside. It took a long time before I turned my head to look at the woman cowering on the sofa.

“Tham Nguyet.”

“We are finished.”

Having finished speaking, he left the villa. Don't turn back again. In the car, he trembled and turned on his phone, sending the guilt-filled recording file to Chu Le. Accompanied by a sentence: