Chapter 2 — Ex-Wife Takes Power

As for me, Co Van Ninh, his stamped legal wife, I can't even enter the door password with my fingerprint. He always said: "Van Ninh, you are so naive, you don't understand the outside rules."

“This is all social, business must be like that.”

I believed. Really believe. Until that charity auction night. He wore a custom-made dark blue suit and stood on the podium, holding up his license plate, his voice calm: "Three and a half million." (about 12 billion VND). A jade bracelet. The light shined on the clear blue bracelet, he personally put it on Tham Nhuoc Huyen, his fingers slid across her wrist bone, his movements were as gentle as touching a flower. The whole hall applauded. I sat in the corner of the last row, my hands clenched into fists, my joints turning white. The flash light blinked continuously, making my eyes dizzy. But I saw very clearly, the eyes he looked at her at that time were eyes that in three years of marriage, I had never seen once. That day when he came home, he conveniently threw his jacket on the sofa, the collar was half open, the smell of Dior perfume wafting out. I stood in the hallway without moving.

"What is your relationship with Tham Nhuoc Huyen?"

He pulled at his collar: "How many times have I told you, business partner."

“Why do you keep staring at these petty things?”

“Co Van Ninh, can you understand this a little bit?”

"I'm outside working online, not to come home and report my schedule to you."

I looked at him. Then burst out laughing. Not bitter, not ironic. It's the feeling of an empty but peaceful chest when you finally let out your last sigh. It turns out it wasn't because I was skeptical. But in his heart, my place had been erased long ago, not even the trash can kept it. So when he later said "the company had urgent business and had to go abroad for a while", I didn't even move my eyebrows. I even helped him pack his luggage, put the skin care set that Tham Nhuoc Huyen gave him into the suitcase, and added a piece of paper: "The scent Nhuoc Huyen likes, remember to use it." He thought I didn't see it. He thought I was still Co Van Ninh. He only needed to hear the words "Be good, don't make trouble" and he would shut up and go make tea. He left the company seal in my hand, and felt secure holding Tham Nhuoc Huyen's hand and flying to Berlin to see the snow. He thought that if he just called back half a year later, I would immediately drop everything, run errands, wipe his lips, and clean up the mess for him. But he forgot one thing. The woman he treated as a backdrop changed the script of this play. The main role has also been replaced. Chapter 3 At three o'clock in the afternoon, I was signing a quarterly review report when my phone screen lit up. Not Luc Canh Tham. It's a number I saved but never actively contacted: Mother Luc.

"Van Ninh, I heard that you've been making trouble at the company lately? Canh Tham isn't there, can't you just stay at home safely? Don't interfere in your daughter's affairs outside, wait for Canh Tham to come back and she'll take care of it."

Just below is the second message.

"Also, I've heard about you asking for a divorce. While Canh Tham was away, you pulled this trick. How hard would it be to spread it out? Quickly withdraw the procedure, don't make the Luc family lose face."

Tuesday news.

“Mom Let me tell you the truth: If it weren't for Canh Tham's bravery, a penny of your father's investment in the past would not have yielded a penny. Don't hold a chicken feather and think it's a send-off order."

I finished reading the three messages, locked the screen, and put it down. Ms. Lam walked in holding documents and looked at me: "President Co, is something wrong?"

“Nothing.” I picked up the pen and continued to sign.