Chapter 3 — Tham Linh

"Girls are very sensitive, just a little bit of carelessness can make them think further. You should be careful with your words and actions."But instead of understanding, Giang Tri got angry, blaming me for being narrow-minded and dirty. If there was a mirror in front of him, he would see the confusion and anger at the secret being exposed clearly on his face. At that moment, my heart felt like it was pushed into an ice cellar. I almost have a premonition of the outcome of this marriage. But because I was not willing, or because I still had some attachment, I still turned a blind eye, thinking that what he said was true. Until I saw the two of them dating with my own eyes. Until Chau Dao brazenly bragged in front of me. And until Giang Tri, while I was traveling, blatantly brought Chau Dao home. The two of them kissed from the entrance to the living room. When I saw Giang Tri and Chau Dao calmly entwined on the sofa, I finally stopped deceiving myself. I was forced to admit that my marriage was like my parents' marriage - broken, rotten. Everything has had clear signs for a long time. If Giang Tri really loved me like he said, I should have investigated everything clearly from the beginning, not letting it drag on and eventually end in divorce. But instead, he used the excuse of memory loss to ask for my pity, asking me to give him another chance. It turns out my biggest mistake was not seeing his true self clearly. In fact, Giang Tri only loves himself. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the phone ringing from an unfamiliar number. I didn't want to listen, but the person on the other end kept calling patiently, making it impossible for me to sleep peacefully. I picked up the phone: "Hello, who is it?" "This is the People's Hospital of the city. Are you Giang Tri's wife?" "I'm the ex-wife, I have nothing to do with you anymore, don't call me." "He just jumped into the sea and committed suicide, and was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment. If you can contact his family, please notify them immediately, the patient is in the process of emergency treatment."I just woke up halfway, but quickly got the bottle back. static: "I'm inconvenient. Since you guys have found me, you can probably find other people." "But his phone only has your number." I hung up, suddenly feeling ridiculous. Giang Tri is a person without morals, having an affair while married, and now wants to use morality to force me to help him. Perhaps during our time together, I was too benevolent, to the point that he didn't realize that I actually didn't have such noble morals, and what I hated most was being held back by others. I turned off the phone and lay down to sleep again. When I opened my eyes again, it was morning. When it's bright outside, I rarely get such a good night's sleep. Since my marriage with Giang Tri had problems, I have suffered from insomnia. Without medication, I have a hard time falling asleep. Every time I lie down on the bed, memories of him appear in my head - both good memories and bad ones - like a rope wrapped tightly around me, making me unable to rest assured. I used to think that a divorce would make things better, but then I got caught up in Giang Tri's memory loss case, with no clear outcome. Last night, I decided to thoroughly implement the “none of my business” principle, and thanks to that, I felt completely relieved. Open the phone, a series of messages and missed calls appear. Before I could watch, my best friend called. "What instructions are these?" I joked. On the other end of the line, she shouted: "You scared me to death! I called you dozens of times but the phone kept turning off. I thought you were kidnapped by Chau Dao! If you don't answer the phone, I'm going to call the police."

It's close." "What's going on? Is he looking for me?” I frowned and asked. “I really didn't think about this. Chau Dao has followed Giang Tri for so long, she must have clearly understood his relationship. She had a strange thought and called to say she couldn't contact Giang Tri and couldn't call him either. She insisted that you and I kidnapped Giang Tri, intentionally preventing him from meeting other people." "Is she sick?" I sighed. "By the way, I wasn't with Jiang Tri. He committed suicide and is in the hospital." An hour later, my best friend and I sat in a coffee shop. She gasped throughout the whole story, listening to me tell about everything that happened to Giang Tri yesterday, as if she couldn't digest everything. I took a sip of Americano coffee, the bitter taste spread across my tongue. "Do you think I'm heartless and cruel?" My best friend shook his head and gave a thumbs up: "I haven't even had time to praise you yet. You should have done that a long time ago. The day you agreed with Giang Tri at the hospital, I almost wanted to take you to a psychologist. But this time you really changed a lot. Before, you would have informed Chau Dao anyway." I smiled slightly: "In the past, when I drank Americano, I always liked to add cream and sugar, but it actually didn't make it better, it just covered up the original flavor. It's the same as being human. I always give them a taste of sweetness, making them not realize that I'm actually very spicy." My best friend laughed loudly, nodded repeatedly, then raised his coffee cup and gently touched mine. But before we could say optimistic words about the future, my phone rang. A strange number appeared on the screen. Thinking that someone was urging me to visit Giang Tri again, I angrily pressed the answer button. On the other end of the line was the sound of rapid breathing: "Sister Linh, I'm Tieu Ngo on your lips." world here. Today we had an appointment to bring guests to see the house, but your husband wouldn't let us in. He also beat me." I sighed, preparing to scold a few words, but right after that, Giang Tri's weak voice rang out from the phone: "You're an adult and yet you're still gossiping." A bit of discomfort rippled in my heart. My best friend and I quickly drove home. When the elevator door opened, the scene before our eyes surprised us: Giang Tri and Tieu Ngo were fighting. Tieu Ngo had a thin physique, even though Giang Tri was wearing a hospital gown and had a pale face. could still pin Tieu Ngo down and hit him hard. Tieu Ngo could only cross his arms to cover his head. My best friend and I rushed up, each pulling one of Giang Tri's arms away from Tieu Ngo. Then I let go and threw him aside. I ran to Tieu Ngo, gave him a tissue, and signaled him to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Why are you two fighting?" Tieu Ngo stood up on her hands, her face both helpless and resentful: "Sister, I really don't know what I did wrong to him. As soon as he arrived, he squatted in front of the door and asked me what I was doing here. I just said I came to see the house, Ms. Linh said she was divorced and didn't need this house anymore. But he suddenly rushed to hit me." I turned back to look at Giang Tri. He was also looking straight at me without blinking, his deep eyes containing a fire of anger about to explode. "Why did you sell our house?" As soon as my best friend and Tieu Ngo left, Giang Tri eagerly asked, his voice filled with frustration. I didn't show any emotions, opened the door and said: "I have checked carefully, there is nothing left in this house that belongs to you. If you want to check it yourself, please hurry." I walked in first, not paying attention to Giang Tri behind me, his emotions suddenly exploded. He grabbed my shoulder, squeezed tightly, his pale face filled with panic, his eyes never left mine: "Why? Tham Linh, why did you quit?

you, leave this house?" Tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes, he looked like a wounded animal, urgently needing to be soothed. I curled my lips sarcastically: "Why does the person who hurts others look more innocent than the victim? Just because you don't remember, you think that everything of mine can be thrown away easily? Giang Tri was angered by me, his eyebrows furrowed, his thick eyelashes were wet from tears, but in those eyes, I didn't see any regret. "I remember when you first succeeded and earned your first bonus, I said I wanted to buy a bigger, better house. Do you remember what you said?" I looked straight at Giang Tri and repeated what he had said: "You said that this house is a testament to our journey from difficult to sweet, containing many beautiful memories. Don't you remember?" When I said the last sentence, Giang Tri's hand gradually loosened, his voice was almost pleading, waiting for an answer from me. "I remember." I coldly uttered two words. His wet eyes lit up, his hand slowly moved, about to touch my finger, but I immediately withdrew my hand. "So do you remember, how did you earn your first bonus?" I continued asking. "It's that I quit my job to come to your company to help you negotiate the deal. copper, drank until his stomach bled and ended up bringing in two large orders. Everyone praised me, his partner even wanted to invite me to join the company. But what did you do?" Giang Tri stiffened, his face immediately turned pale. It seemed he had not forgotten that memory. When the company leaders visited me at the hospital, in front of them, Giang Tri teased me, telling private stories unrelated to work that I did not want outsiders to know. He was always good at putting me down. Even when I achieved achievements, he still said that it was thanks to his help or luck. We had an argument, and even though he eventually went into the water to comfort me, he took the opportunity to force me to stay home.