Chapter 8 — On Divorce, Ex-Husband's Bnq Passed Away

Hanging up, he looked at me, his eyes full of complexity. "To Yen... who are you?" I smiled: "Captain Truong, I'm just an ordinary woman - wanting to survive." After saying that, I turned and left. Co Ngon, do you think that just admitting guilt is game over? Are not. The moment I handed over this USB to the police, the game — truly entered its climax. You, me, and that faceless man. Between the three of us, no one can retreat easily. 11The lights in the interrogation room are still pale white
than last time. Co Ngon sat in a chair, handcuffed. He stared at the opposite screen, where the surveillance video was continuously replaying, and his whole body seemed to fall into a blank state. Truong Chinh sat opposite, his face gloomy. "Co Ngon, do you have anything else to say now?" Co Ngon was silent, just quietly looking at the screen, his eyes empty. "Who is that person?" Truong Chinh slammed the table. "What was in the USB he took? Why did you cover for a murderer?" Co Ngon's body trembled. Finally he looked up
raised his head and looked at Truong Chinh, his eyes filled with fear and despair. "I don't know... I really don't know anything..." His voice was hoarse, like a torn bellows. "You don't know?" Truong Chinh laughed coldly. "Don't you know he mastered your computer and took away top secret documents? Don't you know he was the one who killed Lam Uyen Uyen?" "It wasn't him! It wasn't him!" Co Ngon suddenly screamed. "It was Uyen Uyen." Uyen fell! It was an accident!” “Accident?” Truong Chinh threw the new forensic examination report
put on the table. "Forensics found traces of metal in the wound behind Lam Uyen Uyen's head. The results showed that the material matches exactly the bronze decoration in your office! Are you still saying it was an accident?" Co Ngon stared at the report, his face pale. His last line of defense collapsed completely. "It's not me... it's really not me..." He muttered like crazy. "It was him... it was him who did it..." "Who is he?!" "I can't say... if I say it, my whole family will die..." In Co's eyes
Language was filled with extreme fear. That mysterious man — scarier than I thought. He would rather go to jail than reveal the identity of that person. "Co Ngon!" Truong Chinh shouted loudly. "Right now you are the only one who knows the inside story! Covering criminals, you are an accomplice! Do you think they will forgive you if you don't tell? You are too naive!" Co Ngon closed his eyes in pain, his whole body trembling. I know — he's about to collapse. But I need one last push. I pushed open the door of the interrogation room and entered. Co Ngon saw it
I, like seeing a ghost. "To Yen... I..." "Co Ngon." I looked at him calmly. "Do you remember the day we got married? Your father held my hand and told me to take care of you for him. He said you lived too smoothly and never experienced hardship, so he asked me to be more tolerant of you." Co Ngon's body trembled slightly. "Today, I'm not here to force you." I walked in front of him and sat down at his eye level. "I just want to say, what The organization I'm afraid of — they've already set their sights on my parents." "What did you say?!" Co Ngon's eyes widened. "Previous
When I came here, I received a photo." I took out my phone, opened the photo, and showed it in front of him. In the photo, Co Ngon's parents were walking in the park. Not far behind them, a man wearing a baseball cap coldly watched. That man - I recognized him. It was the "repairman" in the abandoned factory that day. This photo was because I used the documents on the USB to threaten Vuong Hao, forcing him to hand it over. Vuong Hao was involved. Vuong Hao was involved. Coming to that mysterious organization, of course he knew a few things. He was afraid of being dragged by me
When I got into the water, I could only obediently cooperate. Co Ngon stared at the photo, his pupils shrinking to only the size of a pinhead. His last line of psychological defense completely collapsed. "Don't... don't touch my family..." He burst into tears like a child, tears and snot smeared all over his face. "I said... I said everything..." He raised his head and looked towards Truong Chinh, his eyes were filled with extreme despair and regret. "That person... his name is 'Bang Ma', he is a 'cleaner' who specializes in handling dirty work for a group."
underground function. Lam Uyen Uyen... is his subordinate, also his lover..." The truth was finally pieced together little by little in Co Ngon's sobbing. Lam Uyen Uyen was a pawn that "Ghost" arranged next to Vuong Hao. She used Vuong Hao to collect bad information about many companies, then that organization blackmailed her. Co Ngon's company was the next target. But Lam Uyen Uyen had selfish thoughts - she love Co Ngon, or more accurately, love the life that Co Ngon can bring
again. She wanted to withdraw from the organization, using the things in her hand to bid on both Co Ngon and Vuong Hao, in exchange for freedom and money. On the day of the incident, she invited Co Ngon to the villa to confess everything. But she did not expect that "Ghost" would soon realize her betrayal. He arrived earlier and had an argument with Lam Uyen Uyen. During the dispute, "Ghost" used an office decoration to hit her hard on the back of the head, then pushed her into the bathtub. At that moment, Co Ngon pushed the door open and walked in. He ended
witnessed the entire process. "Ghost" did not kill him, but gave him two options: One is to report to the police, and then his whole family will die. Second, coordinate and stage the scene, blaming To Yen. Co Ngon chose the second one. Not only for self-preservation, but also because his heart was filled with hatred towards me. He thought, as long as I was convicted, he could completely cut off from me and escape this nightmare. He didn't expect that his ex-wife, whom he had never taken seriously, could take every step
one that brings the truth to light, forcing him into a corner. In the interrogation room, only Co Ngon's crying remained. I stood up and didn't look at him again. That man was once the perfect dream of my youth. Now, with his own hands, he crushed that dream into ashes. I walked out of the interrogation room. The sky outside was already dawn. I know, my fight is over. 12 Co Ngon's testimony combined with the video I provided, the police immediately launched an arrest.
“Ghost”. That mysterious underground organization was also uprooted. The leader of "Ghost" resisted arrest and was killed on the spot by the police. Co Ngon, for the crime of cover-up and false testimony, along with a series of illegal business acts discovered later, received a total penalty of fifteen years in prison. His company, losing its manager, became scandalous everywhere, and quickly declared bankruptcy. The Co family - once a prominent family in the city - collapsed overnight. As for me, okay
Completely vindicated, given freedom. On the day of sentencing, I went to court. I sat in the audience row, watching Co Ngon in a prison uniform being escorted by the police to the defendant's stand. He looked ten years older, his hair was mostly gray. He saw me in the crowd, moving his lips, as if he wanted to say something. I just looked at him calmly, my eyes unwavering. The moment the judge announced the sentence, he closed his eyes, two muddy tears slipping from the corners of his wrinkled eyes. I didn't know those were tears of regret
hatred, or the pain of losing everything. But that no longer concerns me. Stepping out of the court, it was a beautiful sunny day. Ly Tinh grabbed my hand. "It's over." She said. “Yes.” I nodded. “It's really over.” I sold the villa in the south of the city, packing up all the past between me and Co Ngon. I changed my phone number and sent my resignation letter to the psychological counseling center. I booked a plane ticket without a destination — just wanting to get out of this city that was suffocating me. Before the day
leaving, I received a package. It was sent by Co Ngon's parents. Inside was a bank card and a letter. The letter was written by the wife of the Co family, with elegant handwriting but filled with sadness. She said, they owe me too much. It's because they don't educate their sons to be good people. On the card, she said, was all their remaining money — as compensation. I finished reading, took both the card and the envelope, and threw them into the shredder. I don't need their compensation. What I wanted, from beginning to end, has never been
money. The plane took off, I looked at the city gradually getting smaller outside the window, feeling strangely calm. I don't win. In this brutal battle, no one is the winner. I'm just that — a survivor. I used my expertise, reason, and ruthlessness to regain my way of life from a game of death. I personally sent the man I loved for ten years to prison. I don't feel gloating. Not happy either. Just… tired. The plane broke through the clouds, the sunlight shone on my face. I closed my eyes
Again, it seemed like one could smell the salty scent of the sea. Ly Tinh texted me: "Remember to report peace when you arrive." I texted back: “Okay.” Then turn off the device. To Yen. From today onwards, you are free. This time, it's true freedom. Run out of