Chapter 8 — My Lover and Best Friend Betrayed Me Together

"I came to say goodbye. If you really don't want to see me."

"I'll go and come back to get justice for you."

He raised his eyes and looked at me.

“I saw the bathrobe photo she posted.”

“I also saw previous notes that she intentionally slandered me.”

I nodded:

“Go away, don't come again.”

The wind chimes tinkled. The wind outside the door was so strong that his hair blew a little. He didn't pay attention, just stood outside the door looking at me. And I didn't lift my head from beginning to end. When it's winter. My bakery is absolutely famous, every day the bakeries are sold out. I never thought about what I would like to eat. One day I will be able to support myself again. But I finally understood that doing what I like is much more fun and satisfying than doing what others like. When the first snow of the season falls. Tan Tu Viet came again, still wearing the gray scarf I gave him last year. He came from the opposite side, wearing a dark jacket, his hands in his pockets, stopping two meters away from me. Thick snowflakes covered his shoulders. He pursed his frozen purple lips and smiled at me.

“Is there something wrong?”

I asked.

“Yes.”

“Has she ever come looking for you?”

We both know who you're talking about. I shook my head. He said yes and was silent again. Then, he hesitated and opened his mouth:

"I just came to tell you, the human resources director sent an email apologizing and inviting you back. If you want, you can still return."

I let out a loud noise and asked:

“What about her?”

"She sold documents from the Minh Chinh case to her opponent, and after a week she was sold out by the opponent. The story was exposed, her reputation was destroyed. No one dared to hire her at all law firms in the country."

“Now no one knows where she is, and no one knows what she is doing.”

“I'm just worried she'll come and bother you.”

I raised my head to look at him, smiling politely:

"Not going to happen. I've already told you, she's a high-minded and arrogant person. If she fails to steal chickens and loses a handful of rice, ruining her reputation, she won't come in front of me to sway, unless she lives well, earns hundreds of thousands, thousands of thousands per year, becomes a high-ranking partner, drives a luxury car. Only then will she be able to come to me, come to me to brag that she lives better than me."

I took a deep breath and continued:

"From now on, there's no need to tell me anything about her in particular. She and I have long since ceased to have any relationship."

“Okay.”

He nodded, then looked at me, his eyes carrying a bit of scrutiny:

“Actually, I didn't come to bother you.”

He said:

“Just… wanted to tell you this news.”

“Are you done talking?”

“Yes.”

"Then I'll go, the store's busy."

I passed him, without stopping, pushed the door inside. I know, you still have words to say. But I no longer wanted to listen anymore. Everything that happened in Shanghai seemed like something from the last century. Too far from me. Even though I remember them, even though I face to face with Qin Tu Viet again. My heart no longer has any waves. When it's almost dark. Tan Tu Viet was still standing outside the door. He stood under a streetlight, with the street illuminated by fireworks behind him, his arms hanging at his side, his shoulders tensed tighter than usual. I closed the door and stood in front of him. He bowed his head, his face frozen, trying to force a smile:

“Gia Gia, I'm not good, Losing you is the best.”

“I know you won't forgive me, nor will I forgive myself. But I just want to… look at you for a bit.”

The wind in the alley blew up. Blowing snow into sheets. I turned away and rubbed my eyes:

“I looked and looked too.”

“I said what I said.”

“Tan Tu Viet, you should go. My mother found me a partner. The other person is very good, a university lecturer."