Chapter 6 — On the night of the wedding, he said we were just husband and wife in name, I quietly wrote a letter of separation

I smiled faintly at her.

"Last time you asked me why my stomach never moved, today I can answer... it's not that my body is sick, but that the young master has never stepped foot in the main courtyard."

The second aunt opened her mouth, but in the end she could only close it in embarrassment. The mother opened the book and placed it on the table. The page shook slightly, everyone in the room stopped to look, and saw the date and signature from three years ago above it.

“Did you finish writing it three years ago?”

The young lady of the third room couldn't help but speak up.

"Yes. After the young master left on the wedding night, I finished writing."

I calmly looked around.

"The reason I waited until today is because three years ago I had nowhere to go. And now I have prepared a career for myself, the land deed, the shop, the mansion are all complete. After separating, I don't need the Chu family to give me half of the money, nor do I need my mother's family to take care of me, and I won't involve anyone."

I brought out the dowry list again.

"The sixteen dowries are all clearly recorded here. The books are transparent, absolutely not a single needle or thread from the Chu family will be taken away. You can compare each item to check."

The whole room fell into silence. Lieu Nhu Hue curled up and sat in the corner, her face full of tears, but she didn't dare raise her head to look straight at me. Chu Hoai Can stood next to the male guest table, his whole body as if his spine had been pulled out. He looked at the yellowed peace book on the table, only a piece of ash remained in his eyes, dumbfounded. The model was silent for a long time before finally picking up her pen.

“Aggregates.”

She looked towards me, her eyes slightly red.

“In these three years, I have suffered resentment.”

I bowed down and bowed before her.

“Thank you, mother, for your success.”

The next day, the sky was blindingly blue, golden sunlight spread across the courtyard. I took an inventory of the entire dowry, except for the sixteen dowries when I first got married, and the things my mother gave me during these three years as well as the New Year's gifts, I left intact in the main yard. Thu Hoa packed my belongings into two luggage bags. The inheritance of the past three years, not counting the dowry, except for a few ordinary clothes and that jewelry box, there was not much left to take away. On the deepest level of the jewelry box, star fruit and star fruit are neatly arranged. The cup was carefully folded and placed at the bottom.

“Madam, the carriage is ready.”

Thu Hoa stood outside the door and spoke softly. I held the jewelry box in my arms and looked at this room for the last time. The windows were bright and clean, the tree was taller than the eaves, full of white flower branches that were rustled by the wind. Three years ago when I married here, this hospital was still empty. But now the tree is as lush as a canopy, and it's time for me to leave. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the main courtyard, I encountered Mama Trieu. In her hand she was holding a package of cakes, her eyes were red.

“Young lady, this is a red apple cake made by the old slave himself, you brought it along to eat along the way.”

I took the paper package and gently held her hand.

"Thank you so much, Mom. About Trieu Binh, if you have any trouble, just go to Tu Ward to find Treasurer Tran."

She nodded repeatedly, turning away to wipe her tears. We followed the hallway toward the main gate. Along the way, I met a few maids and ladies Some people bow their heads and don't speak, some people just want to talk again. The female relatives of the second and third rooms had also arrived, standing in the hallway looking at me, each of them had different expressions. Just as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps behind him.

“Aggregates.”

I don't turn back. Chu Hoai Can chased forward, then stopped again. He stood on the blue tile floor, three steps away from me, the sunlight drawing his shadow long.

“Where do you want to go?”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

I walked through the threshold of the main gate.

“Aggregates.”

His voice was hoarse, as if each word was being forced out of his throat.

"What happened three years ago... I know it's too late to say anything now. But... but I want to tell you that, I signed that separation agreement, but I never thought... never thought that you would really leave."