Chapter 2 — Half a month in Paris with Bach Nguyet Quang, he lost his wife and daughter

The bouquet of champagne roses fell to the floor. Cream-colored flower petals were scattered everywhere. Chau Duat An stood motionless in the middle of the living room. He looked at Aunt Vuong. Then he looked at the terrifyingly quiet house. Only a few seconds later did he speak:

“What did you just say?”

His voice was noticeably hoarse. Aunt Vuong clenched her hands.

“The mistress took the young lady and left thirteen days ago.”

The air seemed frozen. A while later. Chau Duat An suddenly burst out laughing. The smile was full of disbelief.

“No way.”

“Where could she go?”

“Going back to your mother's house?”

Aunt Vuong shook her head.

"Not."

“Going to friends?”

"Don't know."

The smile on Chau Duat An's lips gradually disappeared. He took out his phone. A familiar name appeared on the screen. The bell rang for a long time. Finally, it automatically shuts off. No one picked up the phone. He called a second time. Third time. Fourth time. The results remain unchanged. Chau Duat An's eyes became colder and colder. He quickly walked up the stairs. The master bedroom door was pushed open. The scene inside made him pause. The wardrobe was wide open. Half of the space inside was empty. The dresses that Tong Tu used to wear are no longer available. Cosmetics are no longer available. Personal belongings also disappeared. Chau Duat An frowned. The first time I felt something was wrong. He walked into the baby's room. The door just opened. His whole body seemed to be pinned in place. The cradle has disappeared. The cart is gone. The tiny newborn clothes are also gone. The large room now had only four cold walls left. It was as if there had never been a child living in this place. It was as if mother and child had been erased from his life. Chau Duat An's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He turned around and went back to the bedroom. While passing by the nightstand... He accidentally saw a white sheet of paper on the nightstand. The footsteps immediately stopped. A never-before-seen feeling of insecurity slowly spread throughout my chest. He reached out and took the paper. Just the first line of words made my pupils contract. Divorce Application. The signature has already been signed. Three clear words. There was no hesitation at all. Chau Duat An's fingers tightened. The paper in my hand was crumpled until it was wrinkled. His face was extremely unsightly.

“What kind of joke is this?”

He threw the divorce petition on the bed. Smiling coldly.

“Do you want to use this method to force me?”

In your eyes. Tong Tu has always been a soft-hearted person. When you first got married. He came home late. He broke his promise. He forgot the anniversary. She is still waiting. Such a person. How can you really get a divorce? Chau Duat An bowed his head and looked at the clock. Four twenty minutes in the afternoon. He spoke coldly:

“No more than three days.”

“She will return on her own.”

He picked up the phone and called his assistant.

“Go investigate the owner's whereabouts.”

“Yes, Mr. Chau.”

He stopped for a moment.

“Don't make a fuss.”

“Maybe just angry.”

After hanging up. The villa fell silent again. Chau Duat An sat down on the sofa. As usual, open the phone. The first photo appeared before my eyes. This is a photo of my daughter when she was born. The baby closed his eyes and slept soundly. So tiny that it's only the size of an arm. That photo was sent to him by Tong Tu. That day. I'm at Paris airport. To Van sat next to him. The two had just finished a meeting. Tong Tu sent a photo with a sentence:

“You are very similar to me.”

I remember at that time I just glanced at it. Then answer: Yes Continue chatting with To Van. Now think again. That was his only reaction to his newly born child. Just one word. Chau Duat An frowned slightly. A vague feeling of discomfort arose in my heart. Right at that moment. The phone vibrates. It was To Van calling. A familiar gentle voice rang out.

“Are you home yet?”

"I just looked at the photos taken today in Paris, they're beautiful. Can I send them to you?"

Less than a few seconds. Photo has been sent. To Van wore his shirt. Standing on the banks of the Seine River. Smile gently. Before, he always felt that the scene was very beautiful. But today. I don't know why but it feels a bit dazzling. He turned off the screen.

“Let's talk later.”

Don't wait for To Van to respond. He hung up the phone. The villa is brightly lit. But there were no more children crying. There was no longer a trace of Tong Tu walking back and forth. Dinner is served on the table. Chau Duat An sat in front of the dining table. Instinctively look to the opposite side. The chair was empty. He suddenly remembered. No matter how late you come home. Tong Tu always sat there. Waiting for you to eat together. There were even times when the food was cold. She still waited patiently. But today. There's no one left. He angrily put down his chopsticks.

“Aunt Vuong.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Did the landlady say anything before leaving?”

Aunt Vuong was silent for a few seconds.

“Not crying?”

“Not causing trouble?”

“Neither.”

Chau Duat An's hand slowly tightened. Don't understand why. That answer made him even more upset than Tong Tu crying or causing trouble. Because that proves that. She left very calmly. Scary calm. That night. Chau Duat An lies on a large bed. For the first time after many years of insomnia. He opened the phone. The call list appears before your eyes. Eighteen missed calls. It was all you who called Tong Tu. But none were connected. He looked at the screen for a long time. Finally send a message.

“Stop causing trouble.”

“I give you two days.”

“Take me back.”

Message sent. But still no response. In a small house far away. Tong Tu is holding his daughter, sleeping soundly. The phone is placed on the table. The screen lights up and then turns off again. She didn't even bother to glance once.