Chapter 3 — Tell My Husband's Phone Number In LV, I End My Eight-Year Marriage

Dazzlingly sweet. I stared at that girl's face. I know her. Last year... She was still just an intern at Chu Yen's company. One time the company organized a picnic. I even sat and chatted with her for a few words. She once said she admired Chu Yen very much. She also said that the love between me and him was so beautiful that it was the love she always wanted. I even smiled and encouraged her.

"Do your best. You will definitely have a better future in the future."

What she longed for was never sincere love. My husband. I watched two people walk up to a red Porsche. Chu Yen gallantly opened the car door for her. Then go around to the driver's seat. That Porsche parked in the exact spot reserved for apartment 1808. I picked up the phone. Head towards the car. Looking at the blurry couple behind the glass. Then I sent Chu Yen a WeChat message. 【Husband, when will you come back? I stewed the soup for you.】 A few seconds later. I saw Chu Yen take out her phone. The smile on his face disappeared. He frowned as he typed. My phone vibrated. 【The company has a social party tonight and will be back very late. Go to sleep first, don't wait for me.】 Looking at that text message... I burst out laughing. I started the car. Quietly follow behind. The red Porsche pierced the night. Finally stopped in front of a high-end Japanese restaurant. Chu Yen and To Tinh got out of the car. We clasped each other's hands intimately and walked inside. I parked my car on the opposite side of the road. Quietly observe. About twenty minutes later. My phone rang. I picked up the phone.

“Hello, are you Tham Nguyet?”

On the other end of the line, a clear female voice rang out, mixed with a bit of shyness. It's To Tinh.

“It's me.”

"Miss Nguyet, I'm To Tinh. Mr. Chu and I are discussing work."

Her voice sounded like she was about to cry.

"Mr. Chu drank too much. I'll take him home and leave right away."

Which home? My house... Or your house? I smiled softly.

“Talking about work but having to go to a Japanese restaurant?”

"If you have to wear the necklace my husband bought when discussing work?"

The other end of the line immediately went silent. A few seconds later. To Tinh's voice rang out again. No more shyness anymore. Instead, there was undisguised pride and provocation.

“Miss Nguyet, it turns out you already know everything?”

“I thought Mr. Chu could hide it from you all his life.”

“If you already knew, I would have told you directly.”

“Mr. Chu and I truly love each other.”

“He no longer has feelings for you anymore.”

"It's only because of responsibility that I'm reluctant to prolong this marriage."

“If you knew something…”

“Then you should take the initiative to retreat and make it happen for us.”

I heard those righteous statements. So angry that my whole body trembled.

“To Tinh... what status do you have?”

“Just because the person Chu loves is you!”

Her voice suddenly became sharp.

“He is willing to spend several million yuan to buy jewelry and handbags for me.”

“And how much did he ever spend on you?”

“Do you think it makes sense to keep an empty marriage like that?”

“Tham Nguyet.”

“You're old.”

“It's time to make room for young, beautiful girls like us.”

I hung up immediately. Listen to more... I'm afraid I'll vomit. I looked at the warm lights of the Japanese restaurant. The silhouettes of Chu Yen and To Tinh sometimes appeared and disappeared by the window. After hanging up the phone with To Tinh, I felt all blood Everything in my body seemed to rush to the top of my head and then froze again in the blink of an eye. I don't go home anymore. That place makes me suffocate right now. I stepped on the accelerator, the car drifted aimlessly into the night, finally stopping under my parents' apartment. As soon as I opened the door and walked in, my mother was busy in the kitchen, and my father sat on the sofa watching the evening news. The familiar smell of home cooking mixed with the sound of the TV is the most peaceful sound in the world.

"Nguyet Nguyet? Why are you here now? Have you eaten yet?"

Mom poked her head out from the kitchen and happily asked when she saw me.

“I've eaten.”

I lied casually, put my bag down on the shoe cabinet, trying to keep my voice normal.

“I just missed my parents so I came by for a while.”

Dad pushed up his glasses and looked at me quizzically.

"Where is Chu Yen? Aren't you coming with me?"

“He had a social party with the company.”

I blurted out the answer I had repeated countless times, so proficiently that it was like a reflex.

“Another social party.”

Dad snorted softly, clearly dissatisfied.

“Every day, I only know about work, leaving my children at home alone.”

I smiled, didn't answer. There was only a bitter taste that silently spread throughout my chest. At home alone? I don't even have the qualifications to stay home alone. Because he has another home. Another person is waiting for his return. Mom brought out a plate of peeled fruit and sat down next to me.

"Don't blame him anymore. It's not easy for young people to build a career. But Nguyet Nguyet, why is your face so poor? Haven't you had a good rest recently?"

She put her warm hand on my forehead, her eyes full of worry. In just that moment, the defensive wall I had built up all night almost collapsed. I quickly bowed my head, took a piece of apple and stuffed it into my mouth, trying to use a chewing motion to hide my red eyes.

“Mom, I'm okay.”

I replied lightly.

“It's just that I've been having trouble sleeping lately.”

That night, I slept in my room before getting married. Everything in the room remains the same. There is still a photo from his student days on the desk. The girl in the photo smiles carefree, without any worries. I lay in bed, opened my eyes and looked at the night. Can't sleep. Betrayed. Each wave of emotions followed each other like ocean waves, wave after wave washing over me. I wanted to cry but couldn't shed a single tear. I wanted to scream, but my throat felt like something was choking me, and I couldn't make a sound. Eight years of marriage. Eight years of pouring my heart out. What can I get in return? It's a sentence: "If you know what to do, you should proactively withdraw." It was a cold verdict: "You're old." On what basis should I withdraw? What is the basis for the success of that male and female dog couple? I saved every penny, believing all his lies about the so-called "future". My future has become someone else's luxurious present. I traded my youth. The trust I give. The love I cultivate. In the end, they all became capital for him to please another woman. I cannot ignore this. If crying was useful, if confrontation could bring about justice, I would have rushed into that Japanese restaurant in the first place. But I understand Chu Yen. He is an extremely hypocritical person who knows how to preserve his reputation and is extremely good at calculating. If I make a fuss, he will immediately stand in the right position, criticizing me for being out of control and unreasonable. and crazy. He will quickly transfer assets and destroy evidence. Then he threw me away like a used rag, pretending that he was the victim. I cannot do that. I have to take back everything that belongs to me. Not just my part. And every penny of money that belonged to the couple's common property was spent by him on that woman... I will also force him to give it up twice as much. I want to make him paralyzed.