Chapter 6 — The Darkness After a Model Marriage

“I didn't say that.” “You said it just now.” “I only said it in anger.” “Words said in anger are often true.” His eyes began to avoid. His trained ability to imitate lost its effect at this moment. He cannot imitate me. It's also impossible to imitate calmness. "You go." I said. He was stunned. "Go?" "You can go now." "You won't stop me?" "Stop you for what?" He stared at me as if judging whether this statement was true or false. "Will you let me go?" "After you leave, she will come." His expression changed for a moment. "She won't come." "She will come." He stood at the door, hesitating for a few seconds. Then turned around and left. The sound of the door closing was louder than usual. I don't chase. Some things don't need to be done in one go. Someone will ask for clarity on my behalf. At ten o'clock in the evening, To Uyen Thanh arrived. She didn't directly push open my office door. She knocked on the door. Three hours. Very light. This was the first time in seven years of marriage that she knocked on the door before entering my office. “Come in.” She entered. Dark suit, neat makeup. But underneath his eyes was a look of fatigue that couldn't be hidden. She sat down across from me. “You froze his account?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Suspected of fraud.” “Do you have evidence?” “The recording is being examined. The money flow is being traced.” She took a deep breath. “Tham Nghien Dinh, what do you want?” “Recover the loss, put the fraudster in jail.” “I'm sure he is. "He imitated my voice and cheated my mother of money. If he isn't a fraud, then what is he?" Her fingers tightened. "He's just an intern." "An intern won't be able to scam two million in a month." She was silent. I looked at her. "To Uyen Thanh, are you here today to ask for forgiveness for him or for yourself?" She raised her head. "For yourself." I didn't say. She smiled, carrying a bit of bitterness. “Have you been feeling that I have something to do with this all along?” “Since I knew the one-year timeline but didn't ask about your mother's situation.” “So you tested me?” “You need confirmation.” “Is it confirmed now?” “Almost.” She leaned against the back of the chair. The demeanor of a general manager has completely collapsed. In seven years, this was the first time I saw her show this expression in front of me. Not angry, not wary. It's tired. "Do you know why I do these things?" She suddenly asked. "Tell me." "Because I don't want to live under your halo all my life." After saying that, she looked at me. I did not respond. She continued: "We've been married for seven years. The first three years I was the department head. Four years later I became the general manager. Everyone said it was because of you." "It's not because of you." "I know it's not. But outsiders won't think that way." "Do you care what other people think?" She paused. "I care." "So you're looking for an intern?" Her eyes immediately tightened. "I don't..." "I introduced him in." work, my secretary paid his rent, I left his apartment in the middle of the night. To Uyen Thanh, you don't have to speculate." She bowed her head. "Not the kind of relationship you think." "So what kind of relationship?" "He listens to me." "Why listen to me?" She was silent. A very long time. Then, she opened her mouth: "Imitate you." I looked at her. "What do you say?" "At first, I just wanted him to replace me in attending some occasions that weren't too important. Social parties, welcoming guests, meetings that didn't require signatures. He was often absent. There were a few people who wanted to meet 'President Tham' but couldn't, so I let him go." "He can fool people."

different?”“He studied for half a year. His voice, his pauses, his habitual movements. Even your signature, he's been practicing." "Half a year?" "Starting from the beginning of last year." My spine went cold. Not because of the temperature. But because this plan started earlier than I expected. "What happened after that?" She lowered her eyes. "Then he felt, if he can pretend to be you, why can't he pretend to be you on the phone?" "He proposed?" "Yes." "You agree?" She didn't answer. "I Uyen Thanh." "I don't agree." "So do you stop?" She opened her mouth. But there was no sound. "I didn't stop." "I thought about stopping him." "But I didn't." "He said the amount of money he could get was more than my yearly salary." "So you let him continue?" "I just didn't stop." "Silence is complicity." She closed her eyes. "I know." The office was silent for a long time. The sound of air conditioning. very quietly. I looked at the woman in front of me, wearing a wedding dress. Everyone said we were a talented couple.