Chapter 3 — Honeymoon Leaves Only Divorce

My fingers tightening on the phone stiffened, a bit worried, but when I realized it, I felt an indescribable self-mockery and fatigue. Not long ago, he complained of frequent stomach discomfort. I coaxed, coaxed, and manipulated all kinds of things to force Bui Tinh Nghieu to reluctantly spend half a day going to the doctor. I looked at the sunlight spreading evenly outside the window and said softly: "Sorry, we are divorced. Please call Bui Tinh Nghieu directly about this matter."

“Ah,” the nurse seemed embarrassed: “Then could you please give me Mr. Bui's contact number, back then the records only left your number…”

I recited Bui Tinh Nghieu's phone number. Say another word of apology to the nurse, then hang up. I don't know what Bui Tinh Nghieu is thinking. There's a new person by my side, but I still have the audacity to bother me. After my number was blocked, I changed another number to call. Endless meddling, indecisiveness, this is exactly Bui Tinh Nghieu's style in love affairs. The phone connected, the other side was silent for a few seconds. Just when I ran out of patience, I was about to turn off the phone. Then Bui Tinh Nghieu's voice rang out.

"Lam Tieu," he called my name in a low voice, "That day at the hospital, things weren't what you thought, I can explain, I..."

“Mr. Bui,” I interrupted him.

"There's probably no need to talk about this topic anymore between us. You can keep the explanation for your next wife."

“Tieu Tieu, I…”

Not wanting to give him a chance to say more, I continued:

"Hopefully the next time we contact, it's best to give the good news that you have signed a definitive divorce petition. Other than that, there is nothing more to say between you and I."

Hang up the phone. An indescribable anger welled up in my heart. Having loved each other for 8 years, it is only now that I can see through the greed hidden under his cover of affection. I want this, I want that, I want something else. Not only did he not want to let go of the beauty he held in his heart, Vu Tinh, but he also did not want to give up his 8-year relationship with me. No, to him, I'm probably just a very well-matched nanny. During the consecutive calls over the past week, he acted as if nothing had happened. Sometimes it was as if he had just woken up, his hoarse voice asked me: "Lam Tieu, where did you keep the jewelry set I planned to give to the customer last month?" Sometimes it was as if he had just finished drinking, his thick voice told me: "Lam Tieu, your stomach is upset, where is the stomach pain medicine at home?"

"Lam Tieu, I'm not used to eating breakfast foods bought from outside. I want to eat the porridge you cooked."

I was so angry that I lost control. I tried to stay calm, but my shaking hands betrayed my emotions. I suppressed my anger and said every word: "Bui Tinh Nghieu, I have filed for divorce."

“These things of yours have nothing to do with me. I'm not your nanny.”

"I can't find anything, my stomach hurts, that's my problem. If you have something to do, go find Vu Tinh, don't come and make me nauseous."

"My lawyer contacted you three times, but you refused. The last time I reminded you, otherwise I wouldn't hesitate to take you to court."

"I don't know what you want in the end, is it because you are used to having a free nanny, or do you want to enjoy the blessing of having two wives."

“Bui Tinh Nghieu, don't make me have to renew my perception of things again My bad, please disperse peacefully.”

After hanging up the last call, I removed the sim tray, broke the sim card, and threw it straight into the trash. The little remaining affection had been completely eroded by Bui Tinh Nghieu's calls. It's not that he can't bear to leave me. All of this is just a man's selfish harassment. He was so used to being served. I got a new SIM card and bought a plane ticket. Fly to the island I've always wanted to go to,