The sound of the judge’s hammer falling was dry, echoing throughout the courtroom. “The two of you are officially no longer husband and wife.”
Ling took a deep breath, trying to compress his chest that was about to burst. 10 years. 10 years of youth, 10 years of sacrifice, 10 years of enduring patriarchy and contempt finally ended with a cold verdict. Their 5-year-old son, Bin, squeezes his mother’s hand. It was too small to fully understand, but it felt tense.
Hung stood up, stretching his shoulders as if relieved of his burden. She glanced at Linh — his ex-wife — in the clothes she was wearing, hugging her faded handbag. He had taken the house. He only has to provide you with a cheap amount. He won.
Walking out of the courtroom, Hung took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped. He turned around, looked at Ling’s eyes with disgust, and smiled. “Tell the truth,” he whispered between his teeth. “I’m happy for you too. But even thinking about it is a crime. Words like you, old, hometown and broken, no one will bother to look at them, even if they are now standing on the street.
One verbal slap equals more than a thousand physical slaps. Linh’s face turned pale. He quickly grabbed her in his arms, as if to protect her from her father’s cruel words. She didn’t say anything, just bit her lip to the point of bleeding, and tried to walk quickly towards the court gate.
Hung laughed behind his back. He put his hands in his pants pockets, whistled, enjoyed his complete victory. He was free, and he was able to kick the woman he once called his wife into the mud.
Linh pushed the heavy iron gate of the court. The bright sun dazzled him. 5 minutes. 5 minutes from when he said that. For 5 minutes, she felt like she had just gone through hell. She and her child stood helpless on the side of the road, not knowing where to go.
At the same time, a sleek, luxurious black Mercedes S-Class slowly approached and stopped right in front of three people. Hung, who was about to take a taxi, also had to stop. She narrowed her eyes. Whose car is so bad?
The back door opened. But the one who came out was not the driver, but a man in a perfectly tailored Italian suit. Combing the hair, Patek Philippe sees the glitter on the wrist. Hung was stunned.
That’s Quan. The general director of the corporation where Linh is working as an accountant is forgetful. Your boss! “You… Brother Quan?” hung up with a stutter. “What… Why is the boss here?” Quan didn’t bother to glance at Hung to take one. Her eyes were only fixed on Linh’s mother and daughter, gentle and sad.
“Uncle Jun!” Baby Bin suddenly shouted, slipped from his mother’s arms, and rushed to hug Quan’s feet. His son… Calling the general boss intimately from “uncle”? Quan smiled and rubbed the boy’s head. “Well Bin, today I have a model of a warship that I like.” Let’s get in the car and wait for you for a while.
He gestured to the driver, who turned to open the car door for the bin. He happily got into the luxury car. After the car door was closed, Quan turned to Linh. She still stood motionless, tears streaming from her eyes, her hands still holding the handle of her bag.
And then, in front of Hung’s bulging eyes, in front of the dozens of people who passed in front of the court gate, the elegant general director, whom Hung did not even dare to talk to even in a dream, did an unimaginable act.
Quan slowly sat down on one knee. The ground was dusty, but he didn’t care. He looked at Linh, his eyes full of respect. “Soul,” his voice was deep and clear. “I know it’s a tough day. But you also know, it’s the first day you’re free.
He pulled out a dark blue velvet box from his vest pocket. Open. A brilliant diamond ring, shining in the sun, dazzled Hung’s eyes. “I’ve loved you for a long time,” Quan continued, ignoring the terrified ex-husband next to her. “But I respected you, so I waited.” Looking forward to the day when you fully belong to yourself. Do you agree… Give me the opportunity to take care of you and the bin for the rest of my life? Be your wife, Lynh.
Linh hiccuped. She covered her mouth with her hand, unable to believe her eyes. She looked into Quan’s eyes and saw complete sincerity. She nodded broadly, tears of joy bursting down her face. Quan smiled, took out the ring, and gently put it in his ring finger.
Hung had just completely regained his spirit. He screamed, his face reddening. “… What is this? Soul! Low! You… Do you dare to commit adultery with me? They’re both… You two betrayed me!”
Quan stood up. He grabbed the hand of Linh who had just worn the ring. For the first time during the conversation, he turned to Hung. He wasn’t angry, he just smiled, a smile casual but full of weight.
“You’re wrong,” Quan said. “I’ve been following Linh for six months now, ever since I knew you treated him badly.” But she always refused, saying she would have to wait until the court decision before starting. I respected him, so I waited.
He opened the car door for Linh.
“Ah, and I have to thank you,” Quan said, his voice smiling brightly. “Thank you for letting him go.” Thank you for insulting me, throwing me a precious gem.
He leaned closer, patted Hung’s shoulder, his voice whispered but it was enough for the three of them to hear: “Thank you for letting him go… So that I can have both my wife and children.
The luxury car closed the door, sliding gently, causing Hung to stand in the middle of the road with his feet pressed together. She looked at the smoke, looked at her brand suit, and then saw her sarcastic phrase “no one wants to stand on the street” 5 minutes ago. He slapped, invisible, but burned for the rest of his life.