Chapter 7 — Marriage and Love Are Two Things, So Divorce Is Also My Thing

Before leaving work. The department director looked at me.

"Your face doesn't look good. Go home and rest early."

I nodded. Just walked out of the company gate. Wen Shu Dieu was waiting at the bottom of the steps. She changed into a light colored dress. Long loose hair. Holding a cup of coffee in hand. Just saw me. She immediately walked forward.

“Tri Hoa, can we talk for a moment?”

I looked at the cup of coffee in her hand. On the body of the cup is printed the logo of the coffee shop right under my company building. She deliberately stood here waiting for me.

“Ten minutes.”

On Thu Dieu breathed a sigh of relief.

“How about we go over there and sit for a while?”

"No need."

I looked at the clock.

“You say it.”

Wen Shuyao squeezed his coffee cup tightly.

“I know last night made you upset.”

“But you really misunderstood me and Mr. Thua Nghien.”

“If there really is anything between us…”

“Then we wouldn't have broken up that year.”

I looked at her.

“Why did you two break up that year?”

Her expression changed slightly.

“That's between us.”

“So why did you come to me today?”

She bit her lip lightly.

“I just hope you don't use divorce to pressure him.”

“Mr. Thua Nghien is a person with great responsibility.”

“He will be very miserable.”

I smiled softly.

“He suffered…”

“Are you sorry?”

Wen Shu Dieu raised his head. His eyes sparkled with a layer of water.

“Do you have to talk to me like that?”

“Run to my company yourself.”

“Tell me not to make things difficult for my husband.”

I took a step forward.

“Wen Shuyao.”

“What qualifications do you have…”

“Are you telling me that?”

The gentle and weak look on her face... Finally, a crack appeared.

“It's just that I understand him better than you.”

I nodded.

“So you probably understand…”

“He has a wife now.”

She said nothing. I continue:

“If you're really afraid of him suffering, stay away from him.”

“If you can't bear to stay away…”

“Then don't pretend to be innocent.”

Wen Shu Dieu's face turned pale. She took out her phone and dialed a few times. My phone vibrated. She sent me a photo. In the photo is Pho Thua Nghien and her college self. Two people standing next to the sports field. The boy bowed his head and looked at the girl. Eyes filled with laughter. On Thu Dieu raised his head and looked at me.

“There are things…”

“Not just a marriage certificate can be replaced.”

I stared at the photo. Two seconds later. I click Save. She was stunned. I calmly said:

“Another piece of evidence about an old love.”

Finally... She couldn't laugh anymore. That evening. Pho Thua Nghien did not return home. Half past eleven. He texted:

"The company has something to do, I'll sleep in the office tonight."

I looked at that message. Then put the phone aside. One o'clock in the morning. I opened the locator in the family account. Pho Thua Nghien's phone is near a hotel in the south of the city. Before, every time I drove to meet my partner. He usually has location sharing turned on. I say it to reassure me. He forgot to turn it off. I looked at the little blue dot on the map. Fingertips paused on the screen. Come to commit fraud? I'm not a detective. I also don't want to stand in the hotel lobby in the middle of the night, fighting over a man who is no longer worthy of another woman. I took a screenshot. Save the time. Seven o'clock the next morning. The positioning is still there. Twenty past eight. Deputy Thua Nghien return. When he pushed the door open. The body smells like shower gel. Shirt changed. Hair has just been washed. I sat in front of the dining table. Take each sip of coffee. He saw me. The footsteps stopped.

“Were you really at the company last night?”

Pho Thua Nghien put down the key. I opened my phone. Push the positioning screenshot in front of him.

“Since when did your company move to a hotel?”

His face immediately turned a little pale.

“Client suddenly booked a room for a meeting.”

I laughed.

“Which customer?”

“Meeting until seven in the morning?”

Pho Thua Nghien's lips moved slightly.

“Lam Tri Hoa.”

“Can you not use a criminal interrogation tone to talk to me?”

I stood up.

“Then let's go to court and talk.”

He immediately grabbed my arm. This time it was even stronger than the last time. The coffee cup was knocked over. Brown liquid spread all over the table. Every drop dripped to the floor. I looked at his hand.

“Let go.”

He didn't let go.

“Last night I was with Thu Dieu.”

“But it's not what you think.”

“She drank too much, her emotions collapsed, I took her to the hotel.”

“After many years of living abroad, I just returned home and have no place to live.”

“I can't ignore her.”