After leaving the coffee shop, I didn’t go back to the company.
I drove directly to the apartment.
Not because I was sad.
Not because I wanted to cry.
But because I suddenly felt extremely tired.
Three years.
I spent three years building that company with Tong Canh Tham.
From a small office with only five employees.
To a company worth hundreds of millions.
I was there when he had nothing.
When investors rejected us.
When he stayed awake for three nights because of a failed project.
I was the one who told him:
—Don’t give up.
—If you believe in this company, I believe in you.
At that time, his eyes only had me.
He said:
—Nhu Yen, when we succeed, I will give you the best wedding.
I believed him.
I really believed him.
But now…
The villa he bought.
The jewelry he gave.
The time he spent.
Everything that I once thought belonged to our future…
Was actually used to build a future without me.
I sat in the car for a long time.
Then I called my lawyer.
—Mr. Vu.
The call connected quickly.
—Director Lieu, what’s wrong?
I looked at the company building outside the window.
—Prepare all documents related to the company’s shares.
There was silence.
Then he asked carefully:
—Are you planning something?
I replied calmly:
—I’m just protecting my property.
At six in the evening, Tong Canh Tham called.
—Nhu Yen, where are you?
—I have something to do.
He was silent.
Then his voice softened.
—Are you still angry because of yesterday?
I smiled.
Angry?
Maybe six years ago I would have been angry.
I would have argued.
I would have asked him to explain.
I would have begged him to tell me that I misunderstood.
But now…
I only wanted the truth.
—No.
—I’m not angry.
He seemed relieved.
—That’s good.
—This weekend we still go see wedding dresses, okay?
I looked at the engagement ring on my finger.
The ring he gave me three months ago.
The ring I thought represented the beginning of our marriage.
Now it looked like a joke.
—Okay.
I agreed.
His tone became happy again.
—Then I’ll pick you up.
After hanging up, I took off the ring.
I placed it on the table.
For the first time…
I felt no pain.
The next morning.
The company held a board meeting.
Tong Canh Tham arrived late.
He was still the same.
Perfect suit.
Calm expression.
Confident smile.
He sat beside me naturally.
As if nothing had happened.
—Everyone, I have good news.
He announced.
—The company will soon cooperate with a major international partner.
Everyone congratulated him.
I quietly flipped through the documents.
Then I spoke:
—I also have good news.
Everyone looked at me.
Tong Canh Tham frowned slightly.
I placed a document on the table.
—Starting today, I will withdraw my personal funds from several projects.
The room became quiet.
Tong Canh Tham’s expression changed.
—Nhu Yen, what are you talking about?
I looked at him.
—Three years ago, when we started this company, I invested five million yuan.
—According to the agreement, my investment rights remain independent.
His face became colder.
—Are you doing this because of yesterday?
I smiled.
—No.
—I’m doing this because I finally understand the difference between business and feelings.
After the meeting ended.
Tong Canh Tham followed me into the office.
He closed the door.
—Nhu Yen.
His voice was no longer calm.
—Do you really want to do this?
I turned around.
—Do what?
—Destroy everything we built?
I stared at him.
Then laughed softly.
—Tong Canh Tham.
—You are wrong about one thing.
—This company was not built by “us”.
His face stiffened.
—What do you mean?
—I built it with you.
—But you abandoned it the moment you decided that the woman who helped you succeed was no longer the woman you wanted beside you.
Silence.
That night, Bach Hieu Vi posted something on her social media.
A photo.
The background was the villa in Phi Thuy Loan.
The caption:
“Finally, my dream house.”
Before, I would have felt hurt.
This time…
I only took a screenshot.
Then I sent it to my lawyer.
Ten minutes later, he replied.
“Understood.”
Three days later.
Tong Canh Tham came to find me.
His face was exhausted.
—Nhu Yen.
—Why are you investigating the villa?
I looked up from my documents.
—Because half of that villa belongs to me.
He froze.
—What?
I pushed a document toward him.
—The source of payment came from company dividends.
—Company dividends are calculated according to my shareholding.
—You used common assets to buy property without informing me.
His expression finally changed.
For the first time…
He looked nervous.
—It’s not what you think.
I smiled.
—Then explain.
—Explain why Bach Hieu Vi had the key.
—Explain why she designed the villa.
—Explain why she called it her dream house.
He opened his mouth.
But no words came out.
At that moment, his phone rang.
The screen showed:
Bach Hieu Vi.
He looked at me.
I looked at the phone.
Then I said:
—Answer it.
He hesitated.
—Nhu Yen…
—Answer it.
Slowly, he picked up.
A sweet voice came from the other side.
—Canh Tham, when are you coming tonight?
—The curtains for the bedroom arrived.
—The ones I chose.
The room became completely silent.
Tong Canh Tham’s face turned pale.
Because he had forgotten one thing.
The phone was still connected.
And I had heard everything.
I stood up.
Picked up my bag.
—The wedding dress appointment this weekend…
He looked at me.
I smiled.
—Cancel it.
His eyes widened.
—Nhu Yen.
—Don’t do this.
I walked to the door.
Then stopped.
—Tong Canh Tham.
—Do you know what the saddest thing is?
He looked at me.
—Not that you fell in love with someone else.
—It’s that while I was preparing to become your wife…
—I was already the only person in this relationship who was still fighting for us.
I opened the door.
And left.
This time…
I didn’t wait for him to call me back.
