Chapter 5 — Marriage Is A Trap

"Three years ago, he had a marriage. It was very short, less than a year before the divorce. After the divorce, he seemed to change into a different person, from the financial investment industry to working in media culture. Some people say it was that marriage that made him start researching content about marriage and love."

“What about the reason for the divorce?”

"No one knows. He pressed all the information down."

I thought for a few seconds. A divorced man spent half a year looking for an author to write marriage books. Doesn't sound like commercial cooperation. Which is like…

“Looking for answers.”

Chu Van finished the second half of the sentence for me. I picked up my cup of coffee and took a sip. The phone vibrates. It's a message from Luc Canh Tham.

“I changed some terms in the agreement, please take a look.”

Attached is the edited contract. I opened it and glanced at it, laughing coldly. He changed the ratio of division of common savings to seven-three. He's seven. The reason is clearly stated: Most of the mortgage payment is paid by him, the main source of income of the family is also him. He doesn't know... My monthly royalties are six times his yearly salary. I transferred the contract to Tan Loc. Tan Loc answered with two words correctly: Immediately afterwards sent another voice clip.

"Sign. Just let him sign. Wait until the day he learns the truth, he will slap himself in the face."

There are four days left until the book signing. The publisher's side almost exploded because of my decision to reveal my face. Editor-in-Chief of Trieu Waking Up All Night revised the entire media plan.

"Miss To, are you sure? The greatest value of IP Nam Son is the mysterious feeling. Once revealed..."

“Editor-in-Chief Trieu.”

I interrupted him.

"The value of a book does not lie in the author's face. It lies in the content."

“But readers may feel…”

“They will be even more curious.”

Editor-in-Chief Trieu does not advise anymore. The new plan was quickly put in place. On the day of the autograph session, there will first be an hour of sharing. A "special guest" will take the stage to tell the true story of intimate relationships. At the end of the sharing session, the identity of the guests will be announced. That person is Nam Son. Lam Kha stood next to him and asked:

“Miss To, do you need to notify the media?”

“There is no need to intentionally announce it.”

I adjusted my sleeves.

“But there's no need to stop it.”

"So what about Co Dien's side? He will definitely come."

“Whether he comes or not is his business.”

I had just walked out of the publishing house and was standing on the side of the road waiting for my car when I received an unexpected call. It's Phuong Dao.

“Sister To Niem, I want to see you once.”

"Haven't you met her before? Sitting on my sofa, wearing my nightgown."

Phuong Dao was silent for a few seconds.

"There are a few words I must say directly to you. It's about Mr. Canh Tham."

“Do you understand my husband's matter better than me?”

“There are some things… I really don't know.”

I thought for three seconds.

"Okay. At two o'clock in the afternoon, you choose the location."

She sent me a position. It's a dessert bar in a shopping center. At exactly two o'clock, I arrived. Phuong Dao was already waiting. Today her makeup is very sophisticated, and the dress she's wearing looks like it's not cheap. The Tiffany necklace on her neck is still there. I sat down face. Phuong Dao pushed a glass of milk tea towards me.

“Drink first.”

"No need. Speak frankly."

She withdrew her hand and pursed her lips slightly.

"I know you hate me. But I'm not with Canh Tham because I want to destroy you two. I really like him."

“So I want to ask you a question.”

“After all… do you love him?”

I looked at her. Those eyes were very serious, not like they were being deliberately provocative.

“Why do you ask that?”

“Because I feel like you don't love him.”

Phuong Dao's voice dropped.

"I've been with Canh Tham for more than a year now. He once told me about our lives. I've never acted coyly with him, never actively sought him out, and never been jealous. He said I'm like an extremely precise machine, when it's time to cook, when it's time to wash the dishes, everything is perfect..."