Chapter 6 — Ex-Wife Reincarnated

Third time: "Why is your bank card locked? Hieu Vi wants to buy a bag, but she can't swipe the extra card." I laughed. "Luc Than Vu, that's my card. I locked it." Silent. Then he cursed loudly and hung up the phone. I put his phone number on the block list. This world is truly peaceful. The last day, the nurse came to check. “Recovery is very good, the uterus is shrinking normally.” “Thank you.” "In the next three months, you still have to pay attention, don't work too hard." I nodded. Clean up your belongings. It's still the same old suitcase, but inside there are a few new clothes - I ordered them online during my quarantine period. Simple, comfortable, chosen by me. Go downstairs, check out. The receptionist smiled: "Miss To, welcome next time." “Hopefully there won't be a next time.” I replied. She was stunned. I pulled my suitcase and walked out the big door. The sunlight shines directly on my face. I squinted my eyes and took a deep breath. There is a smell of freedom in the air. Airport. I bought a ticket to Van Thanh. A mountain city in the South I've never been to. But online they say there are mountains, fog, and cheap mountain view homestays. Before takeoff, I opened my laptop and logged into the international design platform. Aria account. Unread messages 99+. Most of them are old customers introducing new projects. I chose a few to answer: quote, schedule, requirements. Neat and decisive. Then I opened the message from Than Tinh Technology. Haven't read yet. Then the assistant sent two more messages: 【Miss Aria, can the price be negotiated further?】【Our director really likes your work.】 Like it? Ly Hieu Vi couldn't even read my portfolio. I closed the browser window and turned off the computer. Get on the plane. Two hours later, the plane landed in Van Thanh. The mountain wind blew into my face, completely different from the cold of the North. I took a taxi to the brokerage company. Made an appointment to see the house. The broker is a small girl who speaks with a local accent. “Miss To, the entire homestay you requested, leaning against the mountain, quiet, very suitable for composing.” She drove me there. Along the road there were bamboo forests and fog covering the mountains. The house is located in the suburbs, half an hour by car from the city center. White walls and gray tiles, there is a small yard. “The owner is residing abroad, needs to sell urgently, very good price.” I walked inside. Spacious living room, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the mountains. Sunlight poured in, gilding the entire room.

“Take this apartment.” I said.

The girl was stunned: "Aren't you looking at the other apartments?"

“No need.”

“And the price…”

“Sign the contract now.”

The girl's eyes lit up: "Yes! I'll prepare now!" The procedure took place very quickly. I pay in one lump sum. The balance on my bank card decreased by a large chunk, but I didn't feel sorry. This house is mine, in my name alone, like a declaration. First day of moving in. I went to buy a very large wooden desk, placed next to the living room window. Then go to the flower market, buy a few pots of betel leaves, put them on the corner of the table. Open the computer, connect to WiFi. The mailbox has a few more unread emails. I poured a glass of water, sat down, and began to answer. The sound of tapping keys was crisp and clear, creating a rhythm. In the evening, I ordered food from outside, fried rice with rich flavors, extra spicy. Sit outside in the dining yard. The mountain wind blew through, bringing with it the sound of pine trees. In the distance are the lights of rural houses, sparkling like stars. Phone vibrates. Some strange. I answered the phone. "Hello?"

“To Van?” It was Luc Than Vu's voice, "Where did you run off to?"

“What's going on?”

“I sent you the divorce papers, have you received them yet?”

“Received.”

“So you…”

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up."