Chapter 4 — Returning from Life, I Calmly Watched My Husband Cheating

Truong Duong put down his toothbrush and was about to say something, but as soon as he heard that he might have a 'world of two' session with Old Vuong, he immediately threw all doubts to the back of his mind.

"That's interesting, you and Uncle Vuong haven't talked for a long time."

As he spoke, he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. Just like a dog on a leash, eager to rush to Old Vuong's place to have fun. I stood at the mysterious entrance, watching his back leaving for work, my eyes gradually colder little by little. I pulled out my phone and made a call.

"Hello, I am the customer who booked the health check-up package for two people last time..."

“I want to add a service.”

"The test results, please make two copies for me. One copy will be sent directly to the person going for the examination, the other copy..."

“Would you mind sending a courier to this reporter's email? I will send you the address shortly.”

5

The day the medical examination results were returned, I did not show them to Truong Duong's parents immediately. I'm waiting for an opportunity. In his previous life, it was also at this time that Truong Duong's unit organized a blood donation. He enthusiastically signed up to participate, but when he returned, his face turned pale. I thought he had too much blood drawn, so I worriedly asked about him for half a day. Finally he bowed his head in silence, then said one sentence:

“The doctor said my liver is a bit abnormal, probably because I'm too tired.”

At that time I truly believed it. I also bought a bunch of liver supplements and made him take them every day. Now that I think about it, it's truly ironic. At that time, he must have known he was infected with dirt, but he still continued to sleep in the same bed with me. Not only that, he also repeatedly forced me to fulfill my "spousal obligations", even resolutely refusing to use protection measures. He was intentional. After learning he had the disease, his first reaction was not to seek treatment. It's about thinking about how to pass that filth to others, how to blame it on me. This is no longer indifferent or cold. It's cruel to the core. As I predicted, Truong Duong's unit announced the organization of a collective voluntary blood donation. Truong Duong volunteered to register, wanting to recreate his hypocritical and benevolent cover. And then— it happened. Blood test results were immediately sealed. The hospital, on the principle of protecting personal information, only silently notified Truong Duong alone.

“Mr. Truong, your recent blood donation screening results showed a positive reaction to a sexually transmitted virus.

Please come for a follow-up examination as soon as possible, and temporarily stop all intimate contact.” The moment he hung up, Truong Duong's face turned pale. He fell down on the sofa, not even having time to take off his shoes. He knew very well what that meant. It's not just a health issue. More importantly—he is a civil servant. Once this matter is known to the unit. Especially when it happens in the context of public blood donation. He doesn't need anyone to tell him how terrible the consequences will be to understand. He sat motionless on the sofa all night. It wasn't until dawn that I deleted the doctor's reminder message from my phone. He thought, everything was well hidden. But he didn't know—from the moment he answered the phone, I used the trojan program to synchronize and record all calls, messages, even data deletion actions. I also took a photo of the message that he deleted and quietly sent it to the emails of several colleagues in his unit. Submitted completely anonymously. The sending source is a temporary encrypted mailbox abroad. It's absolutely impossible to trace me. Very quickly, his colleague exploded like a bee's nest. Just after eight o'clock in the morning, news spread in the unit office.

"Have you seen? Truong Duong's blood donation report..."

"Is it real or fake? Why does that kind of disease exist?"

"I remember his wife looks nice, right? Could it be that he's out and about?"

"Tsk tsk, it's hard to say. This kind of disease... it's not like you can get it in a day or two."

"His job is probably ruined? If this matter is reported to the top, I'm afraid he will be severely punished."

As soon as Truong Duong arrived at the unit, he felt the atmosphere was unusual. Colleagues who used to joke around with him no longer started talking to him. The few people who often had breakfast with him used the excuse of having a stomach ache and stayed away from him. Even the young employees passing by in the hallways were pointing and talking behind their backs. He opened his phone and suddenly saw a screenshot in his work group. His blood test report. Highlighted red circle—POSITIVE.

“BAM!”

The phone fell to the ground, the screen shattered. He stood there for a few seconds, then turned around and rushed out of the office, hiding in the bathroom. As for me, I was at my parents' house, looking at the live image on the computer screen, calmly biting a piece of red jujube. Truong Duong hid in the bathroom and smoked three cigarettes alone. Finally, eyes red, he dialed.

“Dad… something happened to me…”

He cried and said he was harmed, said he didn't understand why he had a dirty disease, and was also discovered by colleagues in the unit. On the other end of the line, Truong Kien Quan was silent for a few seconds, then asked:

“You haven't told her yet, have you?”

“Not yet… not yet…”

"Then stay calm, don't talk nonsense. Your mother has a way."