Chapter 7 — I took my three children and left, and he regretted it

I still recognized it immediately. Below the photo. Tham Quyen sent another message:

“Sister-in-law, you have to keep your spirits up.”

I replied with one word: Then placed the phone face down on the counter. Continue to sit dumbfounded. Not because of heartache. But because I suddenly realized... The man I loved for five years. Now look back. Already like a complete stranger. Not long after, the owner came out of the warehouse. Holding the phone in his hand, his face was full of excitement, waiting for a conversation.

“Tieu To, look at this.”

She leaned closer.

“This Vice Group CEO is really terrible.”

“Just got divorced and immediately found someone new.”

“All men with money are like that.”

My hand is still steadily scanning the product code.

“But what else!”

The owner scrolls through her phone continuously.

“I heard his ex-wife was very miserable.”

“Alone, I took my three children with me and left empty-handed.”

“Now I don't know where I'm suffering anymore.”

“Tell me, what is this type of woman thinking?”

"If I can't get any money, I'll have to carry three children with me..."

I spoke up and interrupted. Raise the code scanning gun in your hand.

“This box of noodles cannot be scanned.”

“Please help me see the barcode.”

The owner immediately bent down to look. The story was interrupted. Don't continue anymore. Arrive home at dawn. The alley was much quieter than usual. I pushed the door and walked in. Niem An was still sitting on the bed, not sleeping. Both eyes were red. In my arms, I hugged the little teddy bear tightly.

“Why aren't you sleeping yet?”

The boy bowed his head. Sad voice.

“Today I saw a picture of Dad and that girl on Uncle Tham's phone.”

I stopped. Niem An raised her head to look at me. Clear eyes full of insecurity.

“Dad doesn't need us anymore, right?”

I stepped forward. Hold your child in your arms. Don't know since when. The baby is a little heavier than before. But my arm is getting weaker and weaker.

“It's not like I don't need you guys.”

I gently patted my child's back.

“It's just that mom and dad broke up.”

“Breaking up and not needing each other are two different things.”

“Children will always be the ones I love the most.”

Niem An blinked.

“What about dad?”

“Do you love us, Dad?”

I was silent for a few seconds. Then quietly said:

“I don't know how good you guys are.”

“The day I understand it…”

“Dad will definitely regret it.”

Niem An listened but understood but did not understand. A moment later. The boy raised his head from my lap. Small hands lifted my face. Seriously says:

“So I don't want you to know.”

“I just need mom.”

After Niem An fell asleep. I sat by the bed for a long time. Quietly look at your child's face. The eyebrows resemble Pho Canh Sam's. The eyes look like mine. It's strangely quiet when sleeping. The more he looks, the more he resembles his father. The phone suddenly rang. It's a strange number. I picked up the phone. There is no voice on the other end of the line. There was only the sound of very soft breathing. I called twice. No one responded. About to hang up. The person on the other side suddenly spoke. Hoarse voice. Bring some booze. It's Deputy Canh Sam. I said nothing. He was also silent for a long time. It took so long that I thought the call had been disconnected. He said:

“The story on hot search is not what you think.”

My fingers holding the phone slowly tightened. Then suddenly burst into laughter.

“Deputy General.”

“We are divorced.”

“Your story doesn't need to be explained to me.”

There was a "click" sound on the other end of the line. Like cups The wine was placed firmly on the table. He hung up. I also deleted my call history. Place the phone on the window sill. The moonlight outside is very bright. Sprinkled down on the three children's faces. Niem Du turned over. The small hand unconsciously grabbed my finger. I bent down. Gently kiss your child's forehead. After that phone call that night. Deputy Canh Sam no longer contacted me. Life continues as before. Night shift at a convenience store. Taking care of children during the day. Occasionally take on manual work. Sometimes she helps Ms. Tran take care of the wonton shop. Niem An made a few friends of the same age in the alley. Every day after school, I run and jump around the paved road with the children. The twins began to learn to speak. Niem Du already knows how to call his mother. Niem So still refused to open her mouth. But those dark eyes seemed to know how to speak. Just one look is enough to touch the bottom of someone's heart. I used to think. Life will continue to pass peacefully like that.