Chapter 3 — Husband Gives Up My VIP Delivery Room To His First Love

From inside, she took out a black tape recorder. Then gently place it on the tea table. Duong Duyet leaned closer.

“This is the camera you attached to your collar that day, right?”

Trieu Lam nodded.

"In the past, I've met customers who squandered money and then turned around and accused me of stealing. From then on, every time I accepted a job, as long as the hiring party agreed, I wore a video camera."

"The day I went to Lam Tu Tu's delivery room, Mr. Liu even told me not to tell the Wen family first."

"He said Ms. On has a hot temper and if she knew what was going on, she would definitely make a fuss."

My mother asked:

“What is written in there?”

Trieu Lam did not turn it on right away. She looked at me.

“Miss On, in the recording there are some words that are very difficult to hear.”

“You just got out of the hospital... do you need to rest more and see?”

I just said one word. Trieu Lam pressed the play button. The screen vibrates slightly. The scene that appears is the VIP delivery room of Nhan An hospital. The curtains were half-drawn. The table was filled with fresh flowers and fruits. Lam Tu Tu lies on a hospital bed. Luu Huy sat next to her, carefully cooled the bowl of soup and fed her each spoonful. Lam Tu Tu's voice is so sweet it's sickening.

“Mr. Tu Du... does Ms. Niem Niem really agree?”

“Is she... angry?”

Luu Huy smirked.

“What is she angry about?”

“She has the most dignity.”

“At the hospital, she won't make a big deal out of it.”

"Moreover, her health is good, so she can give birth in a normal room."

Lam Tu Tu said softly:

“But that's the delivery room her mother spent 100,000 yuan on.”

Luu Huy calmly replied:

“Her family lacks money.”

“Furthermore, I have been married to her for the past three years and have suffered countless resentments from the Wen family.”

“How about using some of her resources?”

At that moment, Vuong Que Lan's voice intervened.

“That's right.”

“On Niem is too strong.”

“Huy should have put him down a long time ago.”

"Once a woman gives birth, she becomes a good girl."

"When the baby cries and her breasts are full of milk, doesn't she have to beg her husband to come back?"

Duong Duyet cursed once. But tried to suppress it. In the video, Lam Tu Tu bowed his head and smiled.

“But I'm afraid Niem Niem will blame me.”

Luu Huy reached out to hold her hand.

“I'm here.”

“She doesn't dare to divorce.”

"Thirty years old and just had a baby."

“Divorced... who wants to marry her anymore?”

The whole living room was silent. My father placed the glass of water firmly on the table. The bottom of the cup hit the table with a heavy sound. The recording continues. Lam Tu Tu asked:

“What about the apartment in the south of the city?”

“Are you really letting me stay?”

Luu Huy replied:

“That's the house she bought before getting married.”

“The money was paid by her parents.”

“Normally, she's always busy, so the keys are with me.”

“Just move in first.”

“I've been here for a long time... she's afraid to kick me out.”

Lam Tu Tu's voice became smaller.

“Mr. Tu Du... you are so good to me.”

Luu Huy was silent for a few seconds. Then slowly say:

“If I hadn't suddenly gotten married that year…”

“So the person I marry... should have been you.”

That sentence just ended. Duong Duyet immediately stood up.

“I immediately posted to his company group.”

I raised my hand to stop her. Duong Duyet glared at me.

“This isn't enough?”

“This is enough to make him die eight hundred times.”

I looked at the camera.

“He can still argue.”

“Saying that he was just helping his ex.”

“Said I had postpartum depression.”

“Said the video was cut and cut carved.”

Trieu Lam nodded slightly.

“Behind... there's more.”

She continued to press play. Lam Tu Tu leaned against the pillow, his hand placed on his stomach.

“Mr. Tu Du…”

“Do you like this baby?”

Luu Huy smiled.

“Like it.”

“It's a boy.”

“How good.”

Lam Tu Tu was silent for a moment. Then quietly asked:

“It's great that it's your child.”

Luu Huy did not answer immediately. At that moment... Vuong Que Lan's voice rang out from the side. Very small voice. But the camera still recorded clearly.

"Is it Huy's son or not... don't you know in your heart?"

"Your dead husband was so sick at that time... could he still get you pregnant?"

In the video, Luu Huy immediately turned his head.

“Mom, keep quiet.”

Lam Tu Tu's voice immediately choked up.

“Uncle... please stop talking.”

Vuong Que Lan snorted coldly.

“Afraid of what?”

“Waiting for Wen Niem to give birth.”

“If you give birth to a girl…”

“Then we will take this boy into the Liu family.”

“Boy Huy.”

“Don't be confused.”

“The Liu family... cannot do without a grandson.”

Duong Duyet stood frozen in place. Mouth opened for a long time... But this time... I couldn't even utter a single curse. My mother quietly held my hand. I lowered my head to look at the needle marks still visible on the back of my hand. It's not because the child of your first love needs to be taken care of. Liu Hui's son... Needed to be born in my own delivery room.