Chapter 10 — The Darkness After a Model Marriage

She was still sitting in the chair, not moving. "Do you have something to ask me?" "After being released on bail, where did you live?" She was stunned. "The place was found by a lawyer." "Returned the apartment in Phi Thuy Apartment?" "Returned." "What about Lam Vu Hang?" "Still imprisoned inside." "You didn't visit him?" She smiled very faintly. "It's not good for both of us to visit him now." "I also know the limit." "That's not the limit. It's the lawyer's advice." I looked at her. "To Uyen Thanh, you don't need to come today. Just let the legal department supervise the handover." She raised her head. "Then why did you come?" "I want to ask you something directly." "Ask." "When Lam Vu Hang made the first phone call, were you by my side?" Her eyes moved. "Yes." "I was doing it." What?” “Look at him calling.” “Why didn't you stop it?” She was silent for a long time. The night outside the window gradually falls. The sensor light in the conference room lit up, a pale white light shining on her face. "Because at that time I felt your mother trusted people too easily." My fingers clenched on the table. "Too easy to trust people?" "The first time she only cheated five hundred thousand. Your mother transferred the money almost without hesitation. I feel..." She paused. "How do you feel?" "Felt she deserves it." Those three words fell on the table like three nails. I don't say. She continued: "Do you know, I've been married to you for seven years. Every time I go back to your mother's place, she holds my hand and says: Uyen Thanh, Nghien Dinh is busy, you have to sympathize with him more. Uyen Thanh, Nghien Dinh is under great pressure, you have to give in to him. Uyen Thanh, Nghien Dinh is not easy, you have to take care of him more." Saying this, her voice began to tremble. "Seven years. She never once asked me if I was tired." "So you hate her?" "It's not hate. I just feel it's not worth it." "It's not worth what?" "It's not worth it for me to treat her well." She stood up and went to the window. Her shadow was reflected on the glass. "I used to help her choose gifts, arrange health checks, handle disputes with relatives. But in her eyes, there was always only you. Her money was yours, her house was yours, everything she had was yours. What I did, in her eyes, was just a matter of course." "So you stood by and watched her get cheated?" "It wasn't standing by and watching. It was allowing it." She turned around. "I I didn't teach him how to trick him. I just didn't stop him. After the first success, he found me and said he could continue." "Tacit consent is consent." "Yes." That calmness is not calm. It's desperation. "Since last April, I've known about this. Every time you go on a business trip, he practices your voice in the office. I sit next to you and listen. Sometimes when he doesn't imitate the same, I even correct him." "Correction?" "Yes. When does your nasal voice get stronger, how long the last syllable is extended, how you pause when talking on the phone. I know it all." "You really understand me." "Seven years. I think years. Did it pass in vain?” She laughed. That smile is more unsightly than crying. "Have you ever thought that a wife understands clearly how much her husband's voice is proof of the depth of her affection? But when it comes to you, it becomes material to teach others to imitate you." I didn't answer. She walked back to the table, picked up her bag. “Tham Nghien Dinh, I never felt like I owed you anything.” “What about your mother?” She paused. “I owe her.” She was silent for a long time. “I know.” “Do you know what that old house means to her?” She didn't answer. “She and my father bought that house when I was thirty years old. My father passed away at the age of forty-two.

For the next seventeen years, she lived there alone. That house is the only place in this life she can live without having to beg anyone." "When you asked her to mortgage the house, did she hesitate?" To Uyen Thanh bowed her head. "No." "You said Nghien Dinh needed money to save money, just take it." Her shoulders began to tremble. "When you let the intern imitate you, did you ever think about those things?" She shook her head. "Now that I think about it, there's still time to think about it." "There's no time." She stood there, not objecting. "The lawyer will send you the divorce agreement." I stood up. “When dividing assets, your entire share will be transferred to your mother. My part, I decide for myself." "My part?" "My part will most likely be used by the court for compensation." She looked at me. "Have you calculated it all?" "No need to calculate. Fraud cases are accompanied by civil compensation liability, and the victim's loss is a fixed number. Every penny you are given must be used to pay off the debt first." She was stunned. Then slowly burst into laughter. The laughter seemed to be forced out from her chest. "Tham Nghien Dinh, you have never suffered a loss." "I just don't let others suffer a loss." I walked to the door. The moment I opened the door, she spoke from behind.