Chapter 6 — Hundred Million in Exchange for Freedom

“It's human,” I finished the milk carton, throwing the carton precisely into the trash, “When you need me, you're family, when you no longer have value, you're a stranger.”

“So what if she really comes and makes trouble?”

I rubbed my belly and smirked.

“She doesn't know I'm pregnant with triplets. Waiting for the day she finds out —”

“What about that day?”

“She must have gone crazy that day.”

Ha Lo laughed: "Why is that?"

"Because Tran Dien said he didn't need a child. There was no need for one child. And now there are three children. Three descendants of the Tran family were sent away by his own hand. How do you think Luu Thuy Lan would react if she knew?"

Ha Lo took a breath of cold air. Then laugh. Laughing so hard that I smeared mascara all over my eyebrows.

“To Duong — you really kill people without a knife.”

I shrugged. I just don't bother to say it. It's not like I tricked him. It's because he didn't bother to ask. A husband who has never had a prenatal check-up with his wife, a man who doesn't even know if his wife is pregnant with several children yet dares to sign a divorce agreement - Worth it. 【Chapter 5】 A series of peaceful days passed for about a week. I moved to a new apartment, 120 square meters, south facing, extremely good light. On the balcony, there are two pots of betel leaves and there are always fresh fruits on the living room tea table. Everyday life is — Eating. Sleep. Pregnancy examination. Count money. The days passed so happily that I felt like I must have saved the galaxy in my previous life. Until the eighth day. Shipper knocked on the door and gave me an envelope. Cement paper envelope, no sender recorded. I tore it apart. Inside is an invitation card. Gold plated, extremely luxurious. On it was written: "The engagement ceremony of Mr. Tran Dien and Ms. Lam Tu Vien, we would like to invite Ms. To Duong to spare some time to attend." I stared at the card for 3 seconds. Then burst out laughing. Really laugh. Just divorced 8 days ago. The invitation card has been printed. What does this prove? Proves that this card was printed BEFORE our divorce. It's disgusting. You guys are so hasty. I took a photo of the card and sent it to Ha Lo. Ha Lo replied immediately with 47 question marks and one sentence: "Is this bitch sick?? I sent this to you to make you angry??" I thought for a bit.

“No,” I typed, “I think this was Lam Tu Vien's intention. She wanted me to see how much they loved each other, wanted me to regret, wanted me to suffer.”

“Do you regret it?”

“I regret not getting a divorce sooner.”

“So are you going?”

I looked at the card, my finger lightly flicked the gold-plated word "Happy". Are you going? Usually it's not necessary. What does my ex-husband remarry have to do with me? But — I bent down to look at my stomach. It's almost 5 months. My stomach began to hide no longer. If I go... carrying this increasingly obvious pregnant belly to his engagement party... what expression will Lam Tu Vien have? What expression will Tran Dien have? Luu Thuy Lan — what expression will she have? I admit, I have a little, extremely small, almost excusable... mentality.

“Go.” I rep Ha Lo.

“Really going?”

"Of course I have to go. I save money and get to see a good play, it's such a good deal."

“Are you too mean… what if they make things difficult for you?”

"What are they making it difficult for me? Right now I'm a single pregnant woman with a lot of money. What if I go out to dinner? They sent the invitation themselves."

Ha Lo sent a kneeling meme. "Big sister, I'm satisfied. Let me go with you." older sister."

“No need,” I smiled, “I'll be enough to go alone.”

There are plays where the main character must solo on stage for the effect to explode. 【Chapter 6】 The engagement party was held at the most expensive hotel in the East of the city, Thien Hoa Hotel. That day I wore a plum red dress with a slit waist - chosen by Ha Lo. It says this color flatters the skin, combined with a slightly protruding belly, creating an "elegant but not forced" effect.