Chapter 1 — I'm Not A Useless Housewife

My husband publicly confessed to his first love in Russian, I used eight languages to bless him, he collapsed. On the tenth anniversary of our wedding, my affectionate husband stood in front of all the guests, using fluent Russian to confess to the goddess of his first love.

"Anna, at first sight I fell in love with you. All these years have never changed. Marry me."

The whole hall was silent. Only I, the official wife who was being looked at with pity by everyone, still smiled and clapped my hands as if I didn't understand anything at all. My husband breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that a rustic like me really didn't know foreign languages. Until the day he held his wedding with his first love. I dressed splendidly, walked up to the stage, smiled and took the microphone. I used English, French, German, Spanish, Japanese, Korean, and finally used the most accurate Russian, sending them my most "sincere" blessings.

01

The crystal chandelier in the banquet hall refracted bright light, like countless cold diamonds hanging above everyone's heads. In the air there was the sweet smell of champagne and the strong scent of lilies, mixed into a luxury that made people nauseous. Today is our tenth wedding anniversary. Giang Hao booked the most luxurious hotel in the city, inviting all famous figures in the business world. He stood on stage, holding a microphone, wearing a well-tailored Armani suit, exuding his extraordinary handsomeness.

"For the past ten years, thanks to my wife, Lam Van Tinh. Thanks to her for sacrificing without resentment or regret, I am who I am today."

His voice through the loudspeaker was warm and profound, causing a round of good-natured applause to ring out from the stage. I sat at the main table, wearing a long champagne-colored dress chosen by him, playing the role of the official wife who was gentle, gentle, happy to the point of being a bit dull. I smiled in coordination, even the curvature of the corners of my eyes was carefully calculated. But my heart is like a dry well, not making any waves. Under the flash light, Giang Hao's eyes did not stop on me for more than a second. He changed his tone, his eyes pierced the crowd, and accurately fell on the woman in a white dress in the corner of the hall. That was Anna, the first love he never forgot, his white moonlight. Anna's eyes were wet, like a frightened little deer, just enough to reveal emotion and anticipation. Then, I heard words that were enough to nail me to the pole of shame. Giang Hao suddenly changed to another language, using extremely fluent Russian, and deeply confessed his love towards that person.

"Anna, at first sight I fell in love with you. All these years have never changed. Marry me."

The entire banquet hall immediately fell into dead silence. The sound of champagne glasses clinking together disappeared. The whispers also stopped. More than a hundred eyes were like headlights, simultaneously focusing on me. Pity, pity, sarcasm, gloating. I can clearly distinguish the emotions wrapped in each of those eyes. They were like countless tiny needles, piercing my skin. But the smile on my face never changed. I was even the first person to raise my hand and clap loudly. The applause in the quiet hall was especially loud clear, even somewhat shrill.

“Congratulations you two.”

I spoke in standard Chinese, smiling. Giang Hao's eyes looked at me, a fleeting moment of tension was immediately replaced by undisguised contempt. He clearly let out a long sigh, as if he was laughing at a country person like me who couldn't even understand a sentence in a foreign language. On the other side, Anna was moved to tears. Under the chaotic gazes, she was shy but still remained reserved, gently nodding. An anniversary that should have belonged to me completely turned into a testament to their love. I became the biggest joke in the whole city. The party ended abruptly. The guests left with a belly full of gossip and fake words of comfort. In the car, Giang Hao grabbed the steering wheel and finally tore off that deep-seated mask.

"It was just a joke with friends to stir up the atmosphere, don't think it's true."

He was even lazy to glance at me, his tone was dismissive as if he was chasing away a subordinate who didn't understand. I tilted my head and watched the neon light outside the window quickly recede. The city lights flashed across my face in streaks of light.

“Yes, I believe.”

My voice was calm and unruffled, as if I was narrating something that had nothing to do with me. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror, seemingly pleased with my obedience. That's right. A housewife gave up her career and was separated from society for ten years because of him. She couldn't even pass her English certificate. Besides trust, what else can she do? Maybe he thinks so.

02

Back home, the sensor light in the mysterious gate lit up according to the sound, clearly illuminating Giang Hao's cold face.

“Let's get a divorce.”

He took off his vest and threw it on the sofa. The tone was like announcing that the weather would be bad tomorrow. I've been waiting for this for ten years. I calmly looked at him.

“What about the company?”

That is the business my parents built from scratch, dedicating their entire lives to build it.

“Company?”

Giang Hao seemed to hear a big joke and chuckled lightly. He took a bottle of whiskey out of the liquor cabinet and poured himself half a glass.

"Lam Van Tinh, are you stupid enough to be a housewife? The company has long been transferred to my name, it has nothing to do with you."

He shook the amber liquid in the glass, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"As compensation, I will give you a sum of money, enough for the next half of your life to dress without worrying. Don't be too greedy."

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an ice-cold hand, slowly squeezing it, hurting so much that I could barely breathe. I remember ten years ago, how my parents safely left the company and me in his hands. I remember how I believed his sweet words, gave up the opportunity to go to Germany for advanced studies, and willingly volunteered to wash my hands and cook soup. Ten years. I turned myself into a satellite that only revolved around him, a face-to-face nanny, a qualified partner to live with. I blocked all the wind and rain for him, but he personally dealt me the most fatal blow.

“Look at your current appearance.”

Giang Hao evaluated me from top to bottom, the disgust in his eyes was not hidden.

“Socially backward, doesn't have many friends, to a foreigner The language is also incomprehensible. Without me, how do you live out there?

He judges my uselessness from above, as if all my worth depends on him to exist.

“I am no longer the poor boy who had to rely on my brother's resources ten years ago. As for me, I'm still the same innocent Lam Van Tinh as before."

It turns out that's it. He sucked my flesh and blood to grow himself stronger. Wait until the wings are strong, then kick away the empty shell that has been depleted of its value and leave. Truly a giant child who refuses to grow up. Truly the kind of ungrateful, ungrateful men of modern times.