Chapter 10 — Marriage Is A Trap

Your handwriting is very beautiful. Neat and decisive. Lam Kha leaned his head closer.

“Miss To, is Co Dien gone?”

“What did he say?”

“He said he had something he wanted to ask me.”

“What's the problem?”

“Don't say.”

Lam Kha looked at me in confusion.

“So are you going to meet him?”

I put my business card in my pocket.

“Let's figure it out later.”

The third day after the autograph session, things started to explode. Someone recorded a video of my speech and posted it online. The title is:

“Author sold more than 10,000,000 copies of books about open marriage and divorce: My marriage only lasted three years.”

After just one night, views surpassed 5,000,000. The comment section quickly divided into two camps. Supporters say:

“Truth is the greatest power.”

“A person who dares to face his own failure is a hundred times more trustworthy than experts who only know theories.”

The opposition said:

"If you can't keep your own marriage, what right do you have to teach others?"

“Isn't this a scam?”

By noon the next day, the topic directly climbed to the top of hot search. #NamSonDivorce# Number of reads exceeds 300,000,000. Lam Kha's phone rang non-stop.

“Miss To, currently there are more than sixty media units asking for exclusive interviews, three entertainment programs sending invitations, and also…”

“Refused everything.”

“Editor-in-chief Trieu said book sales in the past two days have increased more than 400%.”

“There's one more thing.”

Lam Kha's voice suddenly changed.

“Luc Canh Tham is on a hot search.”

I opened my phone. Eighth hot search: #Nam Son's Ex-Husband Was Digged Out# Someone relied on the details I mentioned in the sharing session to track down Luc Canh Tham. The time of marriage, the company they worked for, even the history of buying that Tiffany necklace... all were dug up. Luc Canh Tham's Weibo comment area was completely lost.

“You don't deserve it.”

“Pay for the books.”

Even though I never mentioned his name. But the "cyber detective" ability of netizens... is still far beyond my imagination. The phone vibrates. It was Luc Canh Tham's call. I picked up the phone.

"To Niem! Are you crazy?! You told everything about us?!"

“I didn't mention your name.”

"I didn't mention the name, but I told you the details! Now the whole company knows! Today the boss called me up to talk, telling me that I affected the company's image! As for Phuong Dao..."

“I asked a question.”

I interrupted him.

“What happened to Phuong Dao?”

"She was fired by the company! Because she was one of the people involved, the company was afraid of affecting her reputation so she made her quit!"

“So what does it have to do with me?”

“It has nothing to do with you?!”

Luc Canh Tham's voice almost lost control.

"To Niem, I did it on purpose! I purposely said those things at that damn autograph session to get revenge on you!"

“Luc Canh Tham.”

I laughed faintly.

“Do you think the whole world revolves around you?”

"The autograph session that day had three hundred spectators. My sharing was about real experiences in marriage, not about you."

“You were dug out…”

I stopped for a second.

“It's because the things you do inherently cannot stand the light.”

I continued slowly.

“Your colleague, Chu Loi, the one who bought 500 books from me?”

“It was Co's arrangement.”

“New investor of your company.”

“I think… right now you have more to worry about than me.”

Having finished speaking, I immediately hung up the phone. The phone vibrated again female. It's a text message from an unknown number.

“To Niem, you just wait for me. —— Phuong Dao.”

I took a screenshot of the message and sent it to Tan Loc. Tan Loc responded almost immediately.

"That's a threat. Keep the evidence. If she dares to lay a hand, I will take her directly to the station."

In the afternoon, editor-in-chief Trieu called.

"Miss Su, there's something you need to know. Today, a fairly large self-media blogger posted a new article, the title being: 'Nam Son's Hoax: How a Married Loser Made More Than 10,000,000 Yuan from Selling Books.'"

"An account called 'Emotional Truth', more than 2,000,000 followers. The article has already surpassed 100,000 interactions."

“What's written in there?”

"They mainly doubted her professional abilities. They said she couldn't even handle her own marriage, so what qualifications did she have to teach others? They also cut and assembled some sentences out of context, deliberately building her image into a 'fraudster who has collapsed'."

“Has that account been investigated?”

"Lin Kha looked it up. The company behind the registration is a place called 'Dao Quang Van Hoa'."

Phuong Dao.

“Editor-in-chief Trieu, that article does not need to be processed.”

“But outside public opinion…”

“Public opinion is a double-edged sword.”

I looked at the traffic outside the window.

“She used her writing to attack me, and I used my work to respond to her.”

“Editor-in-chief Trieu, is the reprinting of the new book ready yet?”

"Done. Reprinted another 500,000 copies."

“Increase another 300,000.”

"800,000 copies?! Miss To, this amount..."

After hanging up the phone, I raised my head. The huge LED screen on the opposite side of the shopping center is broadcasting entertainment news. My photo appears on it.

"Bestselling author Nam Son publicly revealed his identity for the first time, self-revealing his divorce, causing an explosion across the internet."

I stood on the side of the road and watched for a few seconds. The woman in the screen is wearing a black vest and has a calm expression. Not like someone who just got divorced. More like someone preparing to go to war.