Chapter 13 — On the wedding day, 250,000 yuan of wedding money was canceled, the future husband's family had to pay the price.

That's enough money to crush them again. Luc Triet's father staggered. Lips trembling. Look at that agreement. Like looking at a death notice. They did not dare to object. Compared to being paralyzed and paralyzed. Compared to the risk of getting caught in legal trouble. Money is no longer the most important thing now. His hand trembled as he held the pen. Then sign your name down. That moment. I saw his back completely bent. It was as if in just a few minutes he had grown twenty years older. To collect enough money. You don't just have to sell your old house. It is very likely that they will also have to incur hundreds of thousands of yuan in debt. Luc Triet looked at me. In his eyes, there was only numbness left. He finally understood. Between us. There were no longer any possibilities. I'm not just cutting off your past. But he also personally destroyed his future. After receiving the fully signed agreement. I stood up. Turn around and leave. Don't look at them again. Cry. Regret. Despair. Their downfall. It's no longer relevant to me. This war. I won. Win completely. Completely won. I heard a story from a friend of my father's. Because Trieu My Lan suffered too much shock, she really had psychological problems. She had to be hospitalized for treatment. Every day, I doubt God and the devil. Everyone you meet says someone wants to harm you. The Luc family's conflict completely exploded over selling the house and paying off debt. Luc Triet and his father argued every day. Father and son turned into enemies. And Luc Triet. In our circle of acquaintances. Has become a famous joke. A story for others to discuss. His life. It seems to have been completely destroyed. But I don't care anymore. ________________________________________ Half a year later. At a Grade A office building located in the middle of the busiest commercial center in the city. The interior design studio bearing my name officially opened. I used the money I got back from the Luc family. Plus all the money accumulated over the years. To build your own career. Opening day. The sky is clear. I wore an elegant white suit. Long hair has been cut short. Stand with your team to perform the ribbon cutting ceremony. Parents stood in the crowd. Laughing until I couldn't close my mouth. But the corners of his eyes sparkled with tears. Khuong Nham became the reluctant "head of logistics" and "executive director". Run back and forth. Busier than me. After the ceremony ends. I stood in front of the office's giant floor-to-ceiling glass window. They are high-rise buildings one after another. It's a constantly moving stream of traffic. It is the vibrant life of the city. I looked at my own reflection on the glass. His eyes were clear and determined. In my heart. Unprecedented peace and strength. Right at that moment. The phone vibrated slightly. I took it out to see. It's a text message from an unknown number. But I know. A very long message. Full of regrets. Full of memories of the past. He said he lives every day in pain and self-blame. I finally understand how wrong I was. Say that now you have nothing left. And it's all retribution. The last line reads:

“If there is an afterlife, I will definitely not let go of your hand again.”

I look at these that line. There was no wavering in my heart. No more hate. No more resentment. Just feels strange. Strange, like looking at someone unrelated to your life. Perform a monologue play. I choose that message. Calmly press delete. Then raise your head. Look towards the bright sunlight outside the window. My future. From now on. There is no longer any contact with him. I smiled. A real smile comes from the bottom of the heart. That is the life that belongs to Khuong Hoa. A completely new life. Created by my own hands. It's only just begun.