Chapter 4 — That Tich Is No Longer Waiting For You

I raised my head and asked him: "Co Lam, do you owe me just one time?" Co Lam's face was very ugly, but he did not deny it. At this moment, in the video call with Tong Thi Am that had not yet been turned off, the man suddenly said one sentence: "What post? I don't see it." Everyone in the room looked towards her. Tong Thi Am's hand suddenly tightened. A mutual friend also said in a low voice at the door: "I also find it strange, I can see her marriage post, but her ex-lover really doesn't seem to see it." Co Lam turned her head to look at Tong Thi Am: "Didn't you say to post it for him to see?" Tong Thi Am's face turned pale. She didn't immediately apologize, just said in a low voice: "I just want to let people who should see see see." As soon as this sentence fell, Co Lam's eyes changed. It was like he saw clearly for the first time that what happened today wasn't just a temporary loss of control after Tong Thi Am collapsed. I put my phone in my pocket. The screen lit up a bit, it was a courier notification. "The commemorative album has been delivered to Co Lam's house." Co Lam saw that line and her face changed. That album was made by himself. On the third anniversary, he said he wanted to put each year in there, and when he got married, he would turn it over for his children to see. I sent it back. Along with the things he left behind in my life. Co Lam looked at me, her voice very low: "You don't even need the album anymore?" I said: "You don't need it today." 7When I walked out of the restaurant, Co Lam chased after me. The night wind blew, his vest was still hanging on his elbow, his whole body looked more disheveled than before. "I'll take you home." "No need." I said, "I don't ride in a married man's car." Co Lam's face turned pale: "Tomorrow I will file for divorce." "After filing, there is still time to consider." I looked at him, "In those thirty days, you are still Tong Thi Am's husband." He seemed to be stopped by this sentence and did not speak for a long time. Tong Thi Am also followed. Her fingers were still red, her voice was so light that she was afraid of alarming someone: "Miss Khuong, I will coordinate the divorce, I won't let you two down." I looked at her: "You don't need to assure me, Mrs. Co." Tong Thi Am's face immediately stiffened. When Co Lam heard those three words, her eyebrows furrowed tightly. He doesn't like it. But this is the identity that he personally gave her. My parents' car stopped on the side of the road. Before getting in the car, Co Lam called me again: "Di Tran." I don't turn around. The car drove very far away when my mother held my hand and said in a low voice: "If you want to cry, cry, don't hold back." I shook my head: "Mom, it's not that I'm not sad." I just suddenly realized that every time I felt sorry for myself before today, I used to find a reason for Co Lam. Tong Thi Am just returned home, he went to pick me up at the airport, I said it was normal for old friends to meet. Tong Thi Am called in the middle of the night, he went out to be with her, I said she had just fallen in love. Tong Thi Am couldn't stand our posts, he told me to post less, I said don't stimulate her. I gave him many chances. He never once put me in front. When Co Lam arrived home, the express delivery box was placed at the door. Then he called me, I didn't listen, but the voice message he sent automatically converted to text, each line jumping on the screen. "Di Tran, I saw the album." "Why did you even send these back?" "We're not fake." I didn't answer. Maybe he opened the box. Inside were the three-year anniversary album, a couple of cups, tickets to a movie we had seen, and a scarf he left at my house. The first page of the album is a line written by him. "From now on, every year that Tich will spend with Khuong Di Tran." He called.

call me. This time I answered the phone. His voice was very hoarse: "You don't even need these things anymore?" I said: "You don't need it today." The other end was silent for a long time. Then came Tong Thi Am's voice. She seemed like she couldn't bear it anymore: "Khuong Di Tran, didn't you send these things back to make him feel guilty? You know very well that he doesn't love you." I said nothing. But Co Lam spoke again: "Thi Am." Tong Thi Am paused. Co Lam asked: "Did your ex-lover see that post?" Tong Thi Am's breathing was disturbed: "Is this important? I just want to win once." Co Lam's voice turned cold: "You said you should post it for him to see, you said he would laugh at you, that's why I..." "That's why I registered to marry you?" Tong Thi Am continued, his voice carrying a sharp edge for the first time. "Co Lam, are you forcing me?" "I brought the ID card myself, the letters I signed myself, the marriage certificate I also claimed myself, the ring I also put on you myself." Co Lam did not object. Tong Thi Am said in a low voice: "I just want to know if there was a time when you firmly chose me or not. You chose, now you regret it." I hung up the phone. The controversy behind is no longer relevant to me. But Co Lam did not let herself go. He sent a text message again.