Chapter 18 — My mother-in-law made a will to steal my property, leaving the whole family empty-handed

A man over thirty years old... cried until he couldn't make a sound. I stood in front of my house's glass door, holding my phone in my hand. It's sunset outside, bright and warm. And inside the phone... is bottomless darkness. In my heart… there are no ripples. Dispiteous. No hate. Not gloating either. Nothing. Their lives... have become dust in my eyes. So small that... it's not worth having emotions fluctuate. I thought for a long time. It's not whether thinking helps or not. How to end it all... in the most radical way. Finally, I have the answer.

“Send me the account number.”

I said, my voice calm. The other end of the line... was silent. Then it immediately flared up.

"Hua Tinh! Thank you! Thank you!"

"I'll send it right away! Thank you..."

I didn't wait for him to finish, so I hung up. Very quickly, a message containing the account number was sent. I opened the banking app and entered that number. In the amount section... I type in a number. Transfer successful. I added a note.

“This is the remaining change after your mother took the money from my salary card to buy a 3,000 yuan bag for your sister.”

“Now, give it back to me.”

“This is the final account between us.”

“From now on… no one owes anyone anything.”

“Your mother's life or death… no longer concerns me.”

I dragged that number to the block list. Then turn off the phone and pour yourself a glass of wine. Standing in front of the glass door, watching the night gradually fall. Each light in the city lit up one by one. I know... the last speck of dust in my heart... has been swept away. My world… was completely quiet. Those two hundred yuan… felt like an end. Definitely, clearly... end all contact between me and the Ly family. From then on, I never heard any news about them again. Living or dying, happy or sad... became a question that had nothing to do with me. And I… don't want to know the answer either. Because my life... has turned a page. Tran Nham and I... are officially together. He is a gentle but strong person. He appreciated my independence… and also understood what I was going through. He didn't try to change me, just silently stood by my side. Being with you, for the first time, I understood... what equal love is. We are lovers... also companions. His photo exhibition was a great success. Then he received an invitation from an international geographical magazine. An around-the-world photography project… lasting three years. He held the invitation letter, with both light... and hesitation in his eyes. He looked at me.

“Do you want to go with me?”

“But not to ‘follow’ you.”

“I want to go… as myself.”

At that time, my company also implemented a plan to expand into the international market. Mr. Vuong wanted me to lead the team... to Europe. Like a pre-arranged coincidence. Two roads... heading in the same direction at the same time. Front. Before leaving, I sold the house in Thien Duyet. The house that once contained both my nightmares and my resurrection. It's time… it belongs to someone else. The money from selling the house, combined with savings... makes me a financially stable single woman. I traded my parents for a bigger house. I want to turn all the disadvantages I have suffered... into love... giving them back twice as much. They looked at me... eyes full of pride. Tran Nham held my hand. Two suitcases placed next to each other. We will fly to the same city. Starting two new careers... together, but still two independent individuals. Before boarding the plane, I turned around and looked back. The familiar city… and the people behind it. In my eyes... there is no longer any attachment. There is only relief. Three years ago, I thought marrying Ly Hao was the beginning of happiness. Later I understood... it was just a trap. I once fell to the bottom, tormented and broken by human greed and selfishness. But because of that... I learned how to stand up. Learn how to resist. I tore that rotten marriage apart with my own hands. And also manually... pulled myself out of the mud. It was like a high fever. Burn my innocence and weakness. Leaving behind a person... stronger. I realized that... women's real support... is not men. Not marriage. It's your own ability. His career. Amount in account. And a heart… that bows to no one. The plane took off, passing through the clouds. Outside the window... is the endless blue sky. The sunlight was no longer blocked... falling on my face. I rested my head on Tran Nham's shoulder, looking out at the vast sky. My life, from now on, will no longer be dark. I'm flying towards wider skies… and a brighter future. There is a new career there. Someone loves me. There are countless possibilities. And I, Hua Tinh... finally live into the version I love the most. And no more fear.