Chapter 3 — My Son Broke a Vase, I Proposed My Husband to Divorce

Only then did I discover that the time he started working overtime regularly was when Lam Van Van was assigned to Lam Thi Group, becoming a secretary for him - this general manager. At social events, Lam Van Van is almost never absent. As for sleeping separately, he said it was for husband and wife to keep a reasonable distance to create newness, but the all-night phone conversations in the next room made me suspicious: was he - a married man - guarding himself like a pearl for "someone"? The name Lam Van Van appeared in his mouth more and more, those words reached my ears and even made me have the illusion that she was a perfect person. She is truly so perfect, Lam Hao Vu almost gave her a kind of divinity. Even my son became closer and closer to Lam Van Van, and began to pretend to listen to me, but in his heart he rebelled. Children's likes and dislikes are inherently simple and direct. He likes Lam Van Van because she doesn't care that he has a weak stomach and allows him to eat ice cream as much as he wants. Lam Van Van didn't care whether she made mistakes or not, whether she did her homework or not. She even went to kindergarten to ask for permission to give her a break to take her to the park to play all day. But when he had a stomach ache due to gastritis or when the scoreboard showed unsatisfactory numbers, Lam Van Van cleverly "disappeared", allowing Lam Hao Vu to push the entire mess she caused onto me. At first I just thought it was because Lam Van Van had no experience in taking care of children, until today when I heard the conversation between father and son and saw the ambiguous hug between the two "brothers", I was truly awakened. Our marriage is essentially just a delicate calculation. He used a legitimate marriage in exchange for cooperative benefits, while I still naively used the leverage of love to try to squeeze out some of his "love capital". Looking back now, this "commercial merger" in the name of love ultimately became a luxurious but full of lice robe like in Truong Ai Linh's literature. After listening to me, Lam Hao Vu immediately became angry: "Ha Tri Ha, are you sick? If you are sick, go get medical treatment, don't go crazy in front of my parents here!" I calmly looked at him: "Don't you dare say it? So I guessed right?" Lam Hao Vu immediately cursed: "Damn, what nonsense are you talking about! Van Van is Tu Huyen's aunt, my parents' daughter, will you stop making up stories?" "Oh, it's you, also a daughter..." I looked at him mockingly: "Husband, you just didn't say 'blood sister', is the scent of concealment getting stronger and stronger?" human?" "Don't think I made you two kneel simply because you weren't clear, okay?" My mother-in-law looked at me in confusion: "Is there anything else?" I raised my hand and pointed at Lam Tu Huyen, who was being held in Lam Van Van's arms: "As a father, you incite your son to disobey his mother, and even use your son as a tool, deliberately letting him confront me in front of me." "And being an aunt, you're not doing anything. If you don't have to take him out to play every day, you also feed him things he shouldn't eat, is this something a responsible aunt can do?" I looked straight into Lam Hao Vu's eyes: "Or are you guys?" who was originally using her child as a shield, just to make it convenient for you guys to secretly meet each other?"

Until now, he's only five years old, do you know, you're taking out your anger on your own child!" I turned my eyes to Lam Hao Vu next to me: "Your good sister said I was taking out my anger on my child, so now tell Mom and Dad, what did your 'golden nugget' do today under my direction?" "I already explained to you, it was just a joke, can you not make a big deal out of it? What's so good about clinging to a small matter?" Her father-in-law's stern eyes swept over: "What did you say to the boy?" Seeing his father angry, Lam Hao Vu hesitated for a long time, but in the end he still did not dare to say anything about using his son as a tool. Her father-in-law walked up to Lam Van Van, pulled Lam Tu Huyen out of her arms, smiled and patted her shoulder: "Good Tu Huyen, tell grandpa, what did dad say to you today to make you angry?" "If you tell the truth, grandpa will always love you. But if you lie, grandpa won't buy you any more toys and snacks in the future, and won't let you play on the iPad anymore." For a five-year-old child, these things are almost all the joy in life, so Lam Tu Huyen has no courage, and immediately surrendered on the spot. "You said you wanted to go to the park to play, but you haven't finished your homework yet, so mom won't let you go. Dad said that if you make mom angry, mom will not take care of you anymore, and then dad will take you. I'll go find you, let me take you to the park to play." The corner of her father-in-law's mouth still hung with a smile, but there was no longer any smile in his eyes: "What happened next?" "Then I listened to dad and broke my favorite yellow vase." After all, he was only a five-year-old child, Lam Tu Huyen still didn't know how to look at the situation. Seeing my grandfather's gentle eyes, I immediately felt like I had found support. He grabbed my grandfather's hand, pointed at me and started telling me the crime. "Grandpa, I hate mom, she always takes care of me and forces me to study. I don't like you." "Grandpa chase me away, let me be your mother, only you can be truly good to me." Father-in-law's face twitched slightly: "Is that so? Why are you so good to me?" "I asked for permission to let you take a break from kindergarten, take you to the park, take you to eat your favorite ice cream, and download a lot of games to your iPad." Speaking of excitement, Lam Tu Huyen even raised his hand: "Grandpa doesn't know, I bought you a lot of ice cream, telling you to eat as much as you want." "Grandpa, you said mom actually doesn't love you. I think you're right. Grandpa, help me chase mom away, I don't like her. Dad said whoever he married would be your mother. Grandpa told him to marry her. "I looked at the child I was born with, suddenly feeling empty. The motherly love that filled my heart at that time was like sand flowing from a broken hourglass, quickly slipping away. "Shut up, mom!"