Chapter 6 — The day I signed the divorce petition, I won the bid for a 30 billion VND project

The reporters immediately became excited. Someone quickly took out their phone to look up documents. Some people could not hide their surprise.

“Miss Tham, but the person in charge of these projects in the past doesn't seem to be…”

“That is the partner's request.”

I calmly explained.

"But the person who directly carries out the design is always me. I have submitted all related legal documents to the appraisal council for inspection, with absolutely no problems."

Speaking of this, I unconsciously looked towards the third row of seats. Luc Tu Hanh was still sitting there. His face changed completely. Maybe he finally remembered. Those projects... Commercial complexes. Landscape bridge. Cultural center. He has all passed by. Have all seen it. Even many times complimented that the design is very beautiful. It's just a pity... He didn't know. The person he complimented... It was me. He didn't know that the total value of those four projects had exceeded 200 million yuan. He is the architect of all. She's the woman he always thought could only sit at home and draw to pass the day. The woman he always thought would not be able to live without him. As a woman, even when he signed the divorce papers... He didn't bother to look once more. He had no idea. The person he let go of... It's the thing he regrets the most in his entire life. The press conference ended, I returned backstage to pack my things. Just as I stuffed the laptop into my bag, I heard urgent footsteps behind me. No need to turn around. I also know who is coming.

“Tham Nghien Thanh.”

Luc Tu Hanh's voice was very low, trying to suppress the rising anger. I turned around to look at him. He stood about three steps away from me. Unsightly facial expression. The blue veins at his temples twitched slightly.

“In the end, how many things are you hiding from me?”

He stared at me.

"So many."

I calmly replied.

“Which do you want to hear first?”

He was stunned. Perhaps I didn't expect that I would answer so frankly.

“And those other projects…”

He gritted his teeth.

“When did you do it?”

“When you're not at home.”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“When I go socializing.”

“When I go on a business trip.”

“When I went to the rooftop to drink to remember Khuong Niem.”

“Luc Tu Hanh.”

I interrupted him.

“Do you know why I've never made a fuss in the past three years?”

He was silent.

“Because all the energy I use to argue... I spend on more important things.”

“For the past three years, I spent my time waiting for Khuong Niem.”

“And I used those three years to build my own career.”

“Every night I get drunk before coming home.”

“And I sat in my office, drawing designs until three in the morning.”

“You always thought I was sitting there waiting for you to return.”

“But actually…”

“I'm waiting for my design to pass the final appraisal.”

“You always thought I couldn't live without you.”

“But actually…”

“During those three years, I was always preparing to leave you.”

From beginning to end, my voice remained very calm. Calmly as if telling the story of a stranger. But I know... Each sentence is like a knife. Straight into his heart. Because his face is turning pale little by little. His voice was hoarse Absolutely.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“Know what?”

I laughed.

“You know I'm a designer?”

“If I tell you, will you believe it?”

"You don't even know what major I majored in, do you really believe I can create projects like that?"

He opened his mouth. But words could not be uttered.

“I still want to ask you something.”

I looked straight at him.

“Even if you believe it…”

“Are you going to let me continue?”

“Or will your mother agree?”

“Didn't you yourself say that…”

“The daughter-in-law of the Luc family is not allowed to appear.”

In the end... He didn't say another word. The hallway was strangely quiet, with only the noise echoing from the hall in the distance. We stood facing each other, only a few feet away, but stranger than any stranger. At least, between strangers there is still the possibility of starting. And between me and him... There's nothing left anymore.

“Tham Nghien Thanh.”

He suddenly spoke, his voice deep and hoarse. Those three words... I waited for three years. During countless sleepless nights, I have imagined countless times the moment he said these three words. I thought I would cry, complain, and ask him why he treated me like that. However, when I actually heard it... I realized I no longer had any emotions. Inexorable. Not bitter. Not angry either. It's like just hearing a stranger casually say that the weather is nice today.