Chapter 3 — Hundred Million in Exchange for Freedom

Sad? It's been sad since 3 years ago. Now? Not even a little bit.

"Tran Dien," I unzipped the suitcase, stood up and moved my tired legs from squatting, "If you want to change your mind because I don't cry loudly, then there's no need. You choose to spend 100 million, I choose to leave decisively. You're all adults, stop acting like a TV show."

“I don't intend to change my mind.”

"So it's decided. See you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone. Look at the time. 7 p.m. Suddenly felt — so hungry. For the first time in 3 years, I opened the food ordering app and ordered a large table. Braised pork, sweet and sour stir-fried ribs, baked lobster with cheese, cream mushroom soup, tiramisu. A total of 387 yuan. Before, with 3,000 yuan, I couldn't even bear to order food from outside. But now - I'm about to become a millionaire, so what's wrong with rewarding myself? When the food arrived, I ate while rubbing my belly and talking to the kids:

“Honey, tomorrow your dad will give us a huge amount of money. When mom has money, she will buy each of us an apartment near the school.”

My stomach moved once. I automatically understood that they were clapping. 【Chapter 3】 1:50 pm the next day. I arrived at the lawyer's office 10 minutes early. The receptionist clearly knew Tran Dien. When she saw me, she revealed a look of wonderful sympathy. The look like "The poor first wife is about to be abandoned". I smiled at the girl. The smile was so bright that the girl was stunned.

"Miss To... please sit over here."

“Okay.”

I sat in the conference room, took out a small package of bread from my bag and started eating. Pregnant with triplets, I get hungry very quickly. At 1:58 a.m., the door opened. Tran Dien walked in. Black vest, hair neatly combed without a single tangle. He is indeed very handsome, 1m85 tall, with deep facial features, he is the center of attention wherever he goes. But what can being handsome do? Can you be handsome and eat it? Okay, definitely okay. But someone else eats, not me. Behind him is his lawyer, a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a worrying hairline. Then — Tran Dien's eyes fell on the piece of bread in my hand, he frowned.

“Can't you be a little more serious?”

I stuffed the last piece into my mouth and chewed: "Hungry." The corner of his mouth twitched. Wear an expression like "Divorcing this type of person is the best decision of my life." Well, it depends. Hating each other comes from both sides. Love is all about money. His lawyer opened the agreement on the table and read each clause to me.

“Asset division: Party A makes a one-time payment to Party B of 100,000,000 Yuan…”

My eyes glowed.

“…Party B waives all distribution rights to real estate, vehicles, and company shares in Party A's name…”

Not interested.

“…Custody of the children belongs to party B…”

Wait. I raised my head to look at Tran Dien. He sat opposite with an expressionless face, his long legs crossed, one hand tapping on the table.

“I belong to you.” he said.

The tone was nonchalant as if saying "This shirt is for you". Me: “Are you sure?”

“Sure. You should understand, I don't need a burden.”

Burden. He is talking about children. Mine and his. He didn't even know there were three of them. He only knew that I was pregnant, the examination results were "everything normal" - because he had never gone to a prenatal examination with me, all the information was told by me. again. And I just said, “I'm pregnant.” Not saying how many kids. At this moment, the little ego in my heart was dancing somersaults. To Duong, you are truly a genius.

“Okay,” I nodded, holding the pen, “I have no objections.”

The lawyer looked at Tran Dien, looking like he wanted to stop talking. Tran Dien waved his hand. He probably thought that 100 million for a lawyer was too much. But the lawyer's expression was clearly trying to say — "Boss, did you forget anything?" Regardless. It's none of my business.