Chapter 7 — The day I signed the divorce petition, I won the bid for a 30 billion VND project

“No need.”

I calmly looked at him.

“Your apology... I don't need it now.”

Having finished speaking, I carried my bag and walked past him. He didn't stop him at all. When he reached the corner at the end of the hallway, his voice suddenly sounded behind him.

“Do... do you hate me?”

I stopped walking. But don't turn back.

“No regrets.”

I replied softly.

“Hating someone also requires strength, and my strength must be spent on more important things.”

Having finished speaking, I turned the corner of the hallway and entered the elevator. The moment the elevator door closed, I saw him still standing in place. Didn't move at all. The elevator slowly went down. Looking at the constantly changing floor numbers, I suddenly remembered something that happened three years ago. It was also in this building that I first met Luc's mother. At that time, Luc Tu Hanh and I had just gotten engaged. He took me to meet his family. Luc's mother sat on the sofa, evaluating me from top to bottom for a long time before slowly speaking.

“Miss Tham, if you marry into the Luc family, you must remember one thing.”

“What?”

“Our Luc family doesn't need a daughter-in-law who likes to get all the attention.”

At that time I still didn't understand what that statement meant. I didn't know until much later. She was telling me... In the Luc family, I had to learn to be quiet. Learn to bow. Learn to be a voiceless person. I studied for three years. Studying is very difficult. But from today... I don't need to study anymore. The elevator stops on the first floor. I walked through the hall, pushed the glass door and went out. The gentle sunlight shines on your face, bringing warmth that makes your heart feel relieved. I took a deep breath. Then smile. Not a bitter smile. Nor is it a cold smile. It's a genuine smile, because I know everything I've been through is worth it. From today... I can finally speak up openly and honestly. Five days after the divorce, Luc Tu Hanh proactively contacted me for the first time. Not to apologize. Nor is it to hold back. It was a phone call full of questions.

“Tham Nghien Thanh, did you reveal our company's design plan?”

His voice on the other end of the line was extremely urgent, mixed with anger as if he had just been betrayed by someone. I paused a bit.

“Which plan?”

“East area renovation project.” He spoke rapidly. "The plan has been leaked, our opponents already know our bid price."

“What does that have to do with me?”

“I once participated in this project.”

His voice became increasingly harsh.

"The day I left the company, I brought all the documents with me. Who else could it be besides me?"

I leaned against the window, quietly looking at the city outside, suddenly feeling extremely tired. It's not that the body is tired. But the heart is tired. Divorced only five days ago. The first time he called me, he didn't ask me if I was doing well. Don't ask where I am. The first thing he thought of... was the suspicion that I betrayed him. That's what three years of marriage have left between us. No more faith. Only doubt remains.

“Luc Tu Hanh.”

I calmly spoke up.

"The day I left your company, I even turned in my employee card. You were the one standing there watching me sign the handover record, confirming that all records had been saved. fully stocked.”

I smiled softly.

“Do you really think I have so much free time that I still have to come back to clean up your mess after leaving?”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.

“If it's not you... then who else could it be?”

“It doesn't matter who it is.”

I replied calmly.

"The important thing is that the person you choose is your own responsibility."

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn't mean anything.”

I looked out the window.

“Hang up now.”

“Wait...”

I didn't give him a chance to finish. Your finger gently touches the screen. The call was immediately disconnected. Standing in front of the window, I stared at the phone screen for a long time. Luc Tu Hanh's name is still in the phone book. I didn't delete it, not because I was still attached, but because I didn't think it was necessary. Whether deleted or not, he still exists there. If you can erase the name, you cannot erase the memory. But suddenly, I wanted to check something. I opened my computer and logged into the internal system of Luc Thi Real Estate Group. Maybe the IT department hasn't been able to handle it yet, so my account hasn't been locked after quitting my job. After about five minutes of searching, I opened the file for the East area renovation project. Just as Luc Tu Hanh said, the content of the plan is almost no different. Only the bid price section was edited, but the account that made the edits was... I stared at those two letters, the corners of my lips slowly curled up. Don't laugh at other people's pain. But seeing how fate really knows how to tease. Luc Tu Hanh divorced me because of Khuong Niem. The first person to stab him in the back was also Khuong Niem. It was the bright moonlight that he missed day and night. I took a screenshot and saved it carefully. Not to intimidate anyone. But to keep a way out for myself. In this world, having more than one trump card means having another life path. After that, I opened Khuong Niem's personal page. The latest post was posted three days ago. It's a photo of a desk, the desk covered with blueprints. The status line reads:

"Taking on a new project, the pressure is huge. But for Tu Hanh, I will try."

The comments section below is almost identical.

"Nim Niem is so good!"

"Nim Niem fighting!"

"Mr. Tu Hanh is so happy!"

I zoomed in on the photo and looked intently at the designs on the table.