Chapter 14 — My Husband Fake His Death To Hurt Me, It Ended Up...

At night, in the Luc family's dining room. Three people sat around the table. Luc Thien Minh, Luc Vien, and me.

“Van Van, how is work these days?” My father asked, his tone of concern was rare.

“Very well, Dad.” I replied, "The Co is gradually recovering, and the cooperation with the Luc is also progressing very smoothly."

“That's good.” He smiled, his eyes carrying a bit of pride, "You're really better than I thought."

Luc Vien also laughed.

"Sister, I really respect you. In such a short time, being able to handle so many things... is not easy at all."

I just smiled softly.

“Thank you both.”

The meal ended. I returned to the room. Standing in front of the glass door, looking at the city engulfed in darkness. But in my head... were the memories of three years ago. Why did I leave the Luc family at that time? Because I want to live a normal life. Not bound by the rules of wealth. I used to think... marrying Co Mac Han, I would find simple happiness. But it turns out… that was just the beginning of a nightmare. He took advantage of me. Destroy my family. still want to take my life. Now, I have returned to the Luc family. Become the golden Luc Thi. Chairman Co Thi. I have taken revenge. Made him and Snow White pay the price. But in my heart... it wasn't as relieved as I imagined. Is it letting go? Or is it empty? I do not know.

“Forgive… or cut off completely?”

I said softly to myself. At that moment, the phone vibrated. A text message from an unknown number.

"Luc Van, I know you won't forgive me. But I still want to say... sorry."

— Co Mac Han.

I looked at the screen. The finger stopped on the delete button. It's been a long time... still haven't clicked down. Of course there is. Three years ago, the wedding was a lie. Three years later, the marriage was cold. And then there's that ridiculous "fake funeral" thing. Each memory... is like sharp thorns penetrating deep into the skin. But strangely… when I actually stood in the winner's position… looking down at him. The so-called hatred... gradually fades away. Not forgiveness. Absolutely not. I suddenly understood something. Hating someone... also requires strength. And every second I have now... is so precious that it's not worth wasting on him.

“I will not forgive you.”

I looked at the night outside the window, my voice calm.

“But I won't hate you anymore.”

“It's not because I'm generous.”

“It's because… you're not worth it.”

I picked up my phone and sent a text message to Truong Minh.

“Lawyer Truong, help me handle something.”

“What?” Messages responded very quickly.

“Help me apply for a permanent visit ban on Co Mac Han.”

“From now on…”

“I don't want to see him again.”

A moment later, he answered.

"Okay, Mr. Luc. I will handle it."

I put down the phone.

“My answer…”

“It's leaving.”

“Not hiding.”

“Just… don't want to keep wasting time.”

“Co Mac Han, just stay in your world and regret it.”

“And my world…”

“you'll never get in again.”

The next day. I received a call from Truong Minh.

"General Luc, the visit restriction form has been approved. From now on, Co Mac Han can no longer ask to see you."

“Thank you.”

"Nothing." He paused for a moment, then continued, "General Luc, I heard... Co Mac Han performed very well in prison. He often helps other prisoners, and is still studying law himself."

I was silent for a second.

"That's right." Truong Minh said, “It seems he is truly repenting.”

I smiled softly.

“That's his problem.”

“Each person has a life, so live it.”

I hung up the phone, walked to the glass door, and looked at the city below.

“Co Mac Han, you can repent, you can become whatever type of person you want.”

“But in your world…”

“There will be no more of me.”

Half a year later. I was processing documents in the office when Tieu Truong walked in.

“General Lu, there is a report… you might want to see it.”

I raised my head.

“What report?”

“Related to Co Mac Han.”

She placed the file on the table.

"This is the latest report from the prison. He is performing very well, even participating in some charity activities."

I took it, turned it over and looked at it. Then… stopped. The report clearly states: Co Mac Han - good rehabilitation, proactively opened classes to popularize legal knowledge, helping more than a hundred prisoners pass the legal exam. In addition, he also set up a charity fund, using royalties from books he wrote in prison... to sponsor children in mountainous areas. I frowned. He… when did… become so “nice”?

“All of these… he did?” I asked.

"That's right." Tieu Truong nodded, "The prison said he's really changing. He often says... he wants to use the rest of his life to atone for his mistakes."

I put down the report. Silence for a long time.

“General Luc… are you okay?” Tieu Truong asked softly.

"I'm fine." I said, “You go out first.”

She left. I leaned back in the chair. Staring at the report. In my heart... there is no longer anger. Nor is it soft-hearted. a feeling that is difficult to name. Co Mac Han... is he really repenting? Or just another shell? I do not know. But there is one thing I know very well. Whether he changes or not... my decision will not change. I will not forgive. But no more hatred. What I need... is to let go. The rest… no longer concerns me. In the afternoon, I went to an orphanage. This is a charity project initiated by me. Support children to go to school. The director saw me and immediately smiled and walked over.

“General Luc, you're here!”

I nodded.

“How are you guys doing?”

"Very good!" She happily said, “Thanks to your sponsorship, the children's learning conditions have improved a lot.”

I smiled and walked out onto the field. Watching the children run and play in the sunlight. At that moment, a child ran over. Holding a book in his hand.

“Miss, give me this!”

I take it. Then… stopped. The cover of the book clearly states:

“Disseminating legal knowledge.”

I opened the first page. In the author section... there are only two words: Co Mac Han. Below is a small line of text.