Chapter 18 — The Onyx Bracelet Shatters, The Husband's Secret Is Also Revealed

Then state each word clearly:

"Ha Nghien."

I gently closed my eyes. There is only a vast empty space left in my head.

"It's all starting."

The trust manager responded. The call ended. The room fell into a suffocating silence. Ha Nghien stood outside the door. It was as if that door had divided him into another world. He spoke in a very low voice:

"Are you going to drag my father in too?"

Only then did I raise my head to look at him.

"Did I drag him in?"

"Or did he reach out too soon?"

Ha Nghien's face became extremely unsightly.

"My father is old."

"Your health is also not good."

I laughed softly.

"When my mother was seriously ill."

"He's not young either."

"Yet you still have the ability to apply to change the beneficiary?"

That statement was like a slap straight to his face. Ha Nghien's lips moved slightly. But in the end, no more excuses could be said. I continued to pack my things. Copy of will. Trust fund records. Certificate of notarization of pre-marital assets. The old letters my mother left behind. One dish at a time. I personally put them in the suitcase. Ha Nghien stood outside the door looking at me. A long time later, he spoke:

"We also had some very good times."

My hand stopped for a moment. It was as if he had just touched the last rope.

"Do you remember?"

"Newlywed days."

"I pick you up from work every day."

I didn't reply. He continued to say:

"I like the chestnut cake at the store across the street."

"Every time I get off work late."

"I bought them all ready-made."

"I have a cold."

"I stayed up all night taking care of you."

"Those things..."

"Are they all fake?"

I slowly closed the lid of the mailbox. Then looked up at him.

"Those stories are all true."

His eyes suddenly lit up. But I continued:

"That's why I stayed for three years."

"I used to trust you."

"I used to think that those good things were my true self."

"I thought I just needed to be a little more patient."

"Then everything will return to the way it was before."

"I gave you a chance."

"And then one more time."

"And one more time."

Every sentence said. All made the light in his eyes dim a little more. I zipped up the suitcase. The sound is very quiet. But it felt like the end of it all.

"The most unfortunate thing is not that you lied to me."

"But you know I trust you."

"But still choose to take advantage of that trust."

Outside in the hallway. The touch light lights up. Then turn it off again. Ha Nghien was still standing there. Didn't move for a long time. He asked hoarsely:

"So from now on..."

"Is there really nothing left between us?"

I held my mother's album box in my arms. Remember the broken bracelet. Remember the bracelet you just found. Remembering the mother who spent her last years protecting me. Then calmly replied: Ha Nghien immediately raised his head. In his eyes, there was the last faint ray of hope. I looked straight at him.

"From now on."

"There are only records between us."

"Evidence."

"And the verdict."

"That year he had a stomach ache, I ran in the middle of the night to buy medicine."

"On the anniversary of my mother's death, he stood with me for two hours in the cemetery."

I slowly closed the file. A light flashed in his eyes. I continue:

"That's why I endured for three years."

"But you use that little bit of goodness to make up for all the things worse later."

"Ha Nghien."

"Emotions are not books."

"You can't give me a piece of candy."

"And then cut me with a knife."

"But I still hope I only remember the sweetness of that candy."

His eyes finally went completely dark. The elevator made a "ding" sound. Lawyer Dieu and two assistants walked out. Seeing Ha Nghien. Her expression remained cold.

"Mr. Ha, please get out of the way."

Ha Nghien still stood in place. Attorney Dieu continued:

"Miss Tham has officially authorized us to take over all preservation of assets and evidence."

"If you continue to stay here, we will record more unnecessary situations."

Only then did Ha Nghien slowly step aside. I pulled my suitcase and walked out. When passing by him. He suddenly asked very softly:

"Tram Duong."

"If you told me the truth from the beginning."

"That you're short of money."

"Can you help me?"

I stopped walking. His pupils trembled slightly. I looked at him.

"If you frankly say that the Ha family is in trouble and needs money to turn around."

"I will seriously consider it."

"If you say Luong Khai Hang's company needs to be appraised."

"I will let the team work properly."

"If the results qualify."

"I can even help."

Ha Nghien stood dumbfounded. I looked at him one last time.

"What made me leave wasn't because you were poor."

"It's not because the Ha family lacks money."

"It's not because you ever wanted to rely on me."

"But because you know I will help."

"But you still chose to lie to me."

The hallway fell silent. I dragged my suitcase toward the elevator. His voice was hoarse.

"So if I could do it again..."

I don't turn around. Because I knew the answer a long time ago. There are people who are not lost just because of one mistake. But because they made the wrong choice over and over again. The elevator door opens. I walked in. Right before the door closed. I heard Ha Nghien's last sentence. So softly that it was almost just a sigh.

"I really used to love you."

I looked at the changing floor numbers on the electronic board. Then I remembered the words my mother once wrote in the card placed under the bracelet box. If in the future you meet someone who truly treats you well, give them the remaining bracelet. I gently clasped the agate bracelet in my palm. Only now do I really understand. Mom didn't leave that bracelet to test other people's hearts. But to remind me of one thing. People who truly love me. Will never take advantage of trust. The elevator door closed completely. Three years of marriage. Close from here.

"If you ever told me that you were afraid that the Xia family wouldn't be able to handle it."

"I can even find a way with you."

"But you didn't."

"You choose to steal."

"Choose to deceive."

"Choose to let me bear the debt."

"Choose to stay silent when I'm being bullied."