Chapter 10 — I Sell 58% of Shares, Sending My Ex-Husband Out of My Life

The livestream room is set up in the company's multi-purpose hall. Invite six major media agencies to the scene. Simultaneously broadcast live on three online platforms. At eleven thirty, my phone rang. Tan Mac Thanh. I was silent for a second then picked up the phone.

“Luc Thanh Van…”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you really planning to hold a press conference?”

“That's really fast news.”

“Luc Thanh Van, what exactly do you want to do?!”

“You want to destroy me, right?!”

“Tan Mac Thanh.”

“I think this question… you should ask yourself.”

“I warn you!”

“If you dare to say even one random sentence during the press conference, I will spread the story that you cannot have children!”

“So everyone knows…”

“The female CEO of Due Hang is an infertile woman!”

I squeezed the phone tightly, my fingertips were cold. He knew… That was my biggest pain. That year, a miscarriage damaged the body. I have had countless treatments. Having endured countless amounts of pain... But still unable to get pregnant again. Every time my mother-in-law stabbed me in the heart with that, he stood by silently. He turned it into a weapon to threaten me.

“Are you finished?”

“Twelve o'clock.”

“The press conference will start on time.”

“You can turn on the livestream to watch.”

I hung up. Hands are still shaking. Not because of his threats. It's because it's cold. Living with someone for twelve years... In the end, the thing he used to stab me back... was my deepest scar. Eleven fifty-five. I stood in front of the multi-purpose hall door and took a deep breath. To Cam stepped forward, lowered his voice and whispered:

“General Luc, everything is ready.”

“Six media agencies were present.”

“Three livestream platforms have also begun to push the heat.”

“Currently the number of online viewers has exceeded 100,000.”

I nodded, pushed the door open and walked in. Inside the hall, reporters' flashes flashed continuously. I wore a black vest dress. Hair tied back. Do not wear any jewelry on your ears. I stepped up to the podium, facing all the cameras.

“Thank you to the media for being present today.”

“I am the founder of Due Hang Technology, Luc Thanh Van.”

“Yesterday, an article titled ‘Luc Thanh Van — female tech tycoon or workplace tyrant?’ spread widely online.”

“In the article there is a lot of false content related to me personally and Due Hang Technology.”

“Today, I will use the truth to answer all questions.”

I pressed the remote control. PPT moves to the first page.

“First…”

“It's about the origin of the article.”

On the screen appears the account registration information "Due Hang Internal Affairs", along with the relationship diagram between Dinh Vy, Chu Hao Nhien and Tinh Dieu Media.

“The author of this article is Dinh Vy.”

"She is Lam Uyen's college roommate, a former employee of our company."

"During the time the article was published, Dinh Vy stayed at room 1608 of Hue Canh hotel."

“Hotel expenses were paid by the credit card of former general director Due Hang — Tan Mac Thanh.”

Below, the sound of pens scratching continuously echoed.

“In other words…”

"The dissemination of this article is an organized, planned attack on public opinion, behind which Tan Mac Thanh and Lam Uyen are behind."

PPT transfer to the second page.

“Next…”

“It's about the 'unreasonable dismissal of female employees' mentioned in the article."

On the screen appeared Uyen Thanh Culture's business registration information, three fake contracts and a cash flow diagram.

“Lam Uyen was relieved of duty…”

"It's because the Uyen Thanh Culture Company, under her legal name, used three fake contracts to withdraw 26,000,000 yuan from Due Hang Technology."

“The approver is Tan Mac Thanh.”

Below, there were reporters softly shouting in surprise.

“This is not workplace bullying.”

“This is about fighting internal corruption.”

PPT continues to turn pages. History of opening hotel rooms. More than a hundred times.

“The article said I was pathologically jealous.”

"Okay."

“So let's see what the truth is.”

The row of reporters began to stir and talk. The livestream comment area almost exploded. But I don't stop. PPT moves to the most important page. Photo taken from the surveillance camera of the civil affairs department. In the picture, Tan Mac Thanh stands next to a woman impersonating me in front of the check-in counter.

“Three months ago…”

"Tan Mac Thanh faked my identity information and found someone to impersonate me to complete divorce procedures at the civil affairs department."

My voice was very calm.

“I myself was completely unaware.”

“It wasn't until five days ago that I discovered this.”

The whole hall was silent for two seconds. Then it immediately exploded. The reporters simultaneously raised their hands high, competing to ask questions.

"Mr. Luc! Does this mean you will file criminal charges against Tan Mac Thanh?"

"General Luc! What is the legal liability for falsifying one's identity to register a divorce?"

"General Luc! Where is Tan Mac Thanh now? How does he respond to this incident?"

I raised my hand to signal for peace.

“Regarding the issue of criminal prosecution…”