Chapter 5 — Love Passes Away, Only Fragments Remain

Almost immediately, he got up from the sofa and rushed towards me on the platform. But Chau Khai Son's bodyguards are not puppets. Discovering Giang Than's actions, they immediately stepped forward to stop him. But Giang Than lost control at this point, he waved his hand to knock away the bodyguards, then rushed onto the stage to try to pull me down.

"Let go! Today is mine and Khai Son's wedding, Mr. Giang, please respect yourself!"

After speaking, I forcefully pushed Giang Than's hand away. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes again, his voice trembling: "Your wedding with Chau Khai Son? Lam Nghien, are you crazy? You are my wife, you are my wife!" I didn't say another word, took the divorce papers from the assistant next to me and threw them right in his face.

“Jiang Chen, I signed a divorce agreement with you a long time ago, look carefully for yourself——”

He picked up the divorce papers that fell on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"No way, you're definitely lying to me, I never signed a divorce agreement, how can I divorce you? Impossible!"

He said, trying to pull me tightly again, intending to take me away. Bang! Bang! Two loud gunshots rang out, extinguishing all his actions. Chau Khai Son walked forward with cruel eyes and pointed the gun barrel straight at Giang Than's head.

"Mr. Giang, please stay away from my wife for a bit."

"You don't deserve to touch her."

After hearing this, Giang Than's red eyes glared at Chau Khai Son. He was about to protest when Phuong Nha chased after him and desperately pulled him back.

"A Than, don't be, he has a gun in his hand, calm down!"

But Giang Than didn't have the mind to worry about those things at this time. He waved his hand and pushed Phuong Nha to the ground. Ignoring the gun pointed at his head, he still tried to hold my hand tightly and drag me away. Bang! The bullet left the barrel and hit Giang Than's right leg. In the stunned eyes of everyone, I slowly lowered my hand holding the gun. This shot was shot by me. Giang Than knelt down on one knee in pain, looked up at me, the blood on his face was gone.

"Nguyen Nghien, why? Why..."

I smirked and said: "Because you killed my child, the only chance in this world for me to have a biological relative has been strangled by you!"

“Giang Than, I hate you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Giang Than froze. He looked at me blankly and asked: "Which child? Since when did you have a child? Isn't it impossible for you to——" Having said this, he suddenly stopped, seemed to remember something, his face tightened and asked me: "Two months ago, after you were locked in that room by me, you said you were pregnant, is that true?" I looked at him quietly, not answering.

"How is that possible, the doctor once said I couldn't get pregnant, how come suddenly..."

Looking at the extreme surprise and regret on Giang Than's face, the bottom of my heart felt cold and indifferent. It's just the beginning, Jiang Chen, is this already unbearable? After that, Chau Khai Son sent someone to chase Giang Than and Phuong Nha out of the wedding hall. When the Giang family learned about this, they were furious, but could only endure, not daring to confront Chau Khai Son directly. They took Giang Than, who was injured by bullets, to the best hospital in Giang Hai, but and did not care about Phuong Nha's life or death. However, after knowing that Phuong Nha was carrying a drop of the Giang family's blood in her stomach, they finally took her home to take care of her. During the month Giang Than was in the hospital, with the support of Chau Khai Son, I gradually swallowed up nearly half of the business of the Giang family group in Giang Hai. Leading to the Jiang family's assets evaporating at least sixty percent. The day Giang Than was discharged from the hospital, I sat in the "warm home" that I had lived with for four years, waiting for him to kneel down and beg me. At sunset, he pushed open the door, bathed in the blood-red sunset, and walked in. No longer looking as enthusiastic and confident as before, he was so depressed that he looked like a soulless corpse. I thought that the first moment he saw me, he would be angry, would question me, curse, or even move his hands and feet. But absolutely not. When their eyes met, his eyes only contained immense regret and guilt. The first words he opened his mouth were: "Nien Nghien, I'm sorry..." Then he hobbled his crippled legs and staggered in front of me. Looking at his appearance, my heart couldn't help but ache. It's clear that I've endured so much humiliation, clearly that I've long hated him to the core, yet I still can't control the pain... It's useless.