Chapter 13 — My Husband Fake His Death To Hurt Me, It Ended Up...

“General Luc, even though my client is being prosecuted, his legal rights are still protected by the law.”

"According to the will, the property must belong to the legal wife. Now, she is no longer that person."

I slowly stood up and walked to the window.

“Lawyer, what you say makes sense.”

“Yes, now I am no longer his wife.”

I turned around and looked straight at the two of them.

“But you forgot one thing.”

He stopped.

“What?”

“Co Mac Han's legacy…” I said slowly, clearly understanding each word, “from the beginning it didn't really belong to him.”

The lawyer was stunned.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, most of the assets in Co Mac Han's name were formed from the money he took from my house.” I pulled out a file and put it down in front of them, "This is the investigation report. It clearly states that Co Mac Han used my family's assets to buy Co's shares."

I looked straight at him, my voice calm and cold.

“In other words, his so-called legacy… should have belonged to me.”

The lawyer's face immediately became very unsightly.

“This… this is not legal…”

“Not legal?” I smiled coldly, "Lawyer, you can check for yourself whether this report is legal or not."

He took the document, opened it and looked at each page. His face became even more unsightly.

“One more point.”

I pulled out the last set of documents and placed them down in front of them.

“Co Mac Han's will... was made right before he 'faked his death'.”

“At that time, he was planning an assassination attempt — the target was me.”

I raised my eyes and looked straight at the lawyer.

"According to inheritance law, if the testator intends to kill the heir at the time of making the will... then that will..."

The lawyer's face immediately turned pale. He understood… I was absolutely correct.

“General Luc… you… you're right.” His voice trembled, "I will pass on all your comments to the client."

“It's up to you.” I replied leisurely.

“But I still have something to say.”

I looked straight at him, my voice so cold that there was no temperature left.

“Co Mac Han… won't have any more chances.”

“It's best to give up.”

“mine forever.”

“Don't dream.”

The meeting ended. I returned to the office. The phone vibrates. Message from Truong Minh.

"General Lu, Co Mac Han's lawyers have withdrawn the lawsuit. They know clearly... there is no chance of winning."

I answered briefly.

“Thank you.”

Putting down the phone, I walked to the glass door. The city is still lit up as always. But in my heart... there are no more waves.

“Co Mac Han…”

“You can never win against me.”

“Get real.”

“You… have long been no longer on my chess board.”

One month later. I returned to the prison. The visiting room was still as cold as last time. Co Mac Han sat behind the glass. Compared to before, he was noticeably thinner. His eyes no longer had the arrogance of the past. All that remains is... fatigue and collapse. When he saw me, a flash of complicated emotion flashed through his eyes. a little hope. His voice was so hoarse that it almost broke.

“Thank you… for coming to see me.”

I sat down opposite. Calmly look at him.

“Do you have anything to say?”

His hands were clenched into fists, his joints turning white. A long time later... he spoke.

“Luc Van… sorry.”

“These three words… me I know it sounds very funny.”

“Nothing can be compensated for.”

“But I still have to say it.”

“Three years ago… I took advantage of you.”

“Three years later… I still want to take your life.”

“What I owe you…”

“I can't pay it back in my whole life....”

His voice began to tremble. Red eyes.

“Luc Van… I… really regret it.”

I looked at him. Say nothing. He continued, as if afraid he wouldn't have a chance anymore.

“I know… I don't deserve your forgiveness.”

“But I still want you to know… I regret it.”

“When I found out that you were a member of the Luc family…”

“I just understood… what I had lost.”

“I lost someone who truly loved me…”

“a person who is willing to give up his wealthy life for me.”

“And destroy everything with my own hands.”

Tears fell from his eyes. No more arrogance.

"Luc Van... I don't dare hope for your forgiveness."

“I just hope… you know… I really regret it.”

I remained silent. Not because of emotion. there's nothing left to say. A long time later, I spoke up.

“Do you know why I didn't say anything?”

He shook his head.

“Because… I don't know what to say.”

“These words…”

“Three years ago I wanted to hear it.”

“A long time ago.”

I looked at him. The voice was calm and cruel.

“But at that time, you didn't say it.”

“Three years later, you said…”

“It doesn't make any sense anymore.”

His body trembled.

“I know… I know I no longer have the qualifications…”

I interrupted.

“You have the right to regret it.”

“Qualified to repent.”

“I can even give you a chance to redeem yourself.”

I looked straight into his eyes. His eyes were cold as ice.

“But forgive…”

“You don't deserve it.”

His tears fell more. He bowed his head. Don't dare look at me. I stood up. Step closer to the glass. Look at him one last time.

“Co Mac Han.”

“I will not forgive you.”

“what you did to me…”

"Not just an apology... can be erased."

“But I will give you a chance.”

Co Mac Han suddenly raised his head, a faint ray of hope flashing in his eyes.

“What chance?”

“A chance at redemption.” I said slowly, each word clearly, “From today onwards, in prison, you can do useful things. Help those who really need help.”

“If one day… I really change.”

“I might… consider forgiving.”

His eyes immediately turned red, filled with gratitude.

“Thank you… Luc Van… really thank you…”

I don't say anything more. Just turned around and left. Behind him, his voice rang out, hoarse but determined.

“Luc Van, I will use the rest of my life to atone for my mistakes.”

“This is a promise.”

I stopped walking. Don't turn around.

“Then I… will wait and see.”