Chapter 8 — Husband Says First Love Doesn't Feel Safe, I Always Change the Locks

“You deliberately deceived me.”

“Conveniently fooled the girl too.”

Lam Nguyet's tears fell.

"I didn't say that A Nghien deceived the child. He was just afraid that you would be angry."

I laughed.

“You really brush off your responsibility.”

I picked up Tieu Vu, turned around and left. Chu Nghien immediately chased after him.

“Tri Y, let's go home and talk.”

I stopped walking.

“Go home?”

He was stunned. I looked straight at him.

"The commitment you signed yesterday, the first day, has become a waste of paper."

“From now on, you don't need to make an appointment anymore.”

He just breathed a sigh of relief. I continue:

“Because you are no longer qualified to enter that door.”

Chu Nghien's face immediately darkened.

“Do you have to do things like this because of this little thing?”

I looked at Lam Nguyet standing behind him. She was still standing next to the car, holding the birthday cake in her hand.

“Chu Nghien.”

I calmly said:

“It's not the fact that you celebrated her birthday that disgusts me.”

“But you clearly want to go.”

“But you use your daughter as an excuse.”

“Even being a bad person, I don't dare to do it with dignity.”

He stood still. I didn't look at him any more. Carry Tieu Vu home. That night, I cooked wontons for Tieu Vu. She ate half the bowl when she suddenly asked:

“Mom, shouldn't I tell you?”

My hand holding the spoon stopped.

“Why do you ask that?”

“Dad seemed very angry just now.”

I put down the spoon and seriously looked at my child.

“It's not wrong for you to tell me the truth.”

“The person who makes others afraid to tell the truth is the wrong person.”

The child nodded. After a while, he said in a low voice:

“So mom, don't be afraid to tell the truth in the future.”

I was stunned. His eye sockets were almost hot. I patted her head. After eating, I started packing Chu Nghien's things. This time it's not a paper bag. It's a suitcase. His clothes. Shaver. Trophies in the office. The whole photo album was hidden at the bottom of the drawer. In the album there are many old photos. Photo of him and Lam Nguyet. On the school yard. By the sea. During the graduation ceremony. The back of each photo has text. It's Lam Nguyet's words.

“A Nghien, wait for me to return.”

“Ah Nghien, you said you would always protect me.”

“Ah Nghien, don't forget I'm afraid of the dark.”

I flipped to the last panel. In the photo are young Chu Nghien and Lam Nguyet. On the back is written a sentence:

“If one day there is someone else next to me, if you just say one word, I will still come, right?”

The date on the photo is seven years ago. I looked for a long time. Then burst out laughing. It turned out that Lam Nguyet did not suddenly return. But from beginning to end, she knew Chu Nghien would come. And Chu Nghien always made her believe that. I placed the album on top of the suitcase. Then print another sheet of paper. On it were written four words: The object returned to its rightful owner. The next morning, I took half a day off. Personally dragged the suitcase to the building where Lam Nguyet lived. When she came downstairs, she was wearing a light colored sweater. His face looked haggard from lack of sleep. Seeing me, she was clearly nervous.

“Miss Tri Y, why are you here?”

I pushed the suitcase towards her.

"Delivery."

She lowered her head and saw Chu Nghien's things, her face immediately changed.

“What do you mean by that?”

“It's not like you always lack a sense of security everything?”

“Now I have brought his clothes, papers and photo albums.”

“From today onwards, he puts you in charge.”

Lam Nguyet reluctantly smiled.

“You misunderstood. I don't need these.”

I looked at her.

“No need?”

“So why call him in the middle of the night?”

“What do you call him when he has a stomach ache?”

“Why did you call him when you moved house?”

“Why did he call him on his birthday?”

“Why did you call him for a broken water pipe?”

I took a step forward.

“Lam Nguyet.”

“Don't tell me you only want a man's companionship and don't want men's troubles.”

Her expression stiffened. I took out the album and flipped to the last page. Give it to her.

“Your handwriting is very beautiful.”

Seeing those words, her face immediately turned pale.

“Seven years ago you left a door open for yourself.”

“The door is open now.”

“I also brought someone here.”

“What are you still crying about?”

In the end, Lam Nguyet stopped acting. She raised her head to look at me.

“Tham Tri Y, do you think that if you push him to me, you will win?”

I laughed.

“You think too much.”

“I don't have to push him to you.”

“I'm just sorting trash.”

Her expression immediately changed.

“Your mouth is so poisonous.”

“It's not as good as your thoughts.”

I pushed the suitcase in front of her.

“Receive the goods.”

She didn't move. I took out my phone and opened the surveillance video from last night. In the video, Chu Nghien stands in front of my house. Lam Nguyet came to pick him up. She was wearing his shirt, her hand gently placed on his arm. Next is the scene of her sitting in the car holding a birthday cake. The whole destination is on the navigation map. Lam Nguyet stared at the screen, her face changed.

“Why are you filming these?”

“Make memories.”