The moment I walked out of the private room, I heard the sound of glass breaking behind me.

Pho Bac Vong was still angry.

Still convinced that I would turn back.

Because for five years, I had always turned back.

When he was tired, I stayed.

When his family criticized me, I stayed.

When he ignored my feelings, I stayed.

He thought this time would be the same.

He was wrong.

I walked through the company lobby with my back straight.

The employees who had watched everything earlier avoided my eyes.

Some looked embarrassed.

Some looked curious.

But nobody stopped me.

Nobody dared.

Because everyone had just witnessed something they never expected.

The wife of the deputy president…

had chosen to leave.

Outside the building, the rain was falling heavily.

I stood under the roof for a moment.

Five years.

Five years of marriage.

Five years of trying to become the perfect wife.

And everything ended because of a cup of tea.

But deep down, I knew.

It was never about tea.

It was about the moment he wiped my kiss away like I was something disgusting.

It was about the way he protected another woman while humiliating me.

It was about the fact that he could accept sharing a drink with her…

but couldn’t even accept my affection.

I took out my phone.

The divorce agreement had already been sent.

The lawyer’s message appeared.

“Mrs. Tham, the documents have been delivered.”

I looked at the screen.

Then replied:

“Good.”

Only one word.

No hesitation.

No regret.

That night, I returned to the house I once shared with Pho Bac Vong.

The lights were still on.

But for the first time…

it no longer felt like home.

I packed my belongings quietly.

The clothes.

The documents.

The jewelry my mother left me.

Everything that belonged to me.

I left behind all the things connected to him.

Including the wedding photo.

At midnight, the door opened.

Pho Bac Vong came back.

The smell of alcohol followed him.

He stood there, looking at the empty living room.

Then his eyes fell on the suitcase beside me.

“You are really leaving?”

I looked at him.

“Yes.”

His expression became complicated.

“Tham Kieu, do you know what you are doing?”

I almost smiled.

“Yes.”

“You think divorce is a joke?”

“No.”

I zipped my suitcase.

“I think marriage is the thing you treated like a joke.”

His face changed.

“Because of Luc Uyen?”

I stopped.

Then looked at him.

“No.”

“Because of you.”

Those words made him silent.

For the first time, he had no argument.

“I never cheated on you.”

I nodded.

“Maybe not.”

“But betrayal is not only about another woman.”

“You betrayed me every time you chose someone else over me.”

He clenched his fists.

“She is just an assistant.”

“Then why did you protect her like she was the one you married?”

Silence.

A painful silence.

I picked up my suitcase.

When I walked past him, he suddenly grabbed my arm.

“Wait.”

I looked down at his hand.

He immediately released it.

Almost like he remembered something.

Like he was afraid I would feel disgusted.

That small action made me laugh.

A bitter laugh.

“Look at you.”

“What?”

“You finally know how to be careful.”

His eyes darkened.

“Tham Kieu…”

I interrupted.

“No.”

“This time, listen to me.”

“I loved you.”

“I really did.”

“But love cannot survive when only one person keeps protecting it.”

His expression softened slightly.

“Can we fix this?”

I looked at him.

The man I once loved.

The man I thought would be my whole life.

And suddenly…

I felt nothing.

“No.”

His face turned pale.

“Why?”

“Because I already fixed it.”

“I fixed myself.”

I walked out.

And this time…

I didn’t wait for him to chase me.

The next morning, the entire company received shocking news.

The Tham Group in Beijing announced a new strategic representative.

The name appeared on the official announcement.

Tham Kieu.

The employees stared at the screen.

The quiet wife everyone thought depended on Pho Bac Vong…

was actually the successor of the Tham family.

The woman they believed needed his protection…

was someone who had built an empire before she ever entered his world.

When Pho Bac Vong saw the announcement, he stood frozen.

His assistant placed the documents on his desk.

“President Pho, this is the cooperation agreement from the Tham Group.”

He opened it.

The signature at the bottom was familiar.

His wife’s name.

No.

His ex-wife’s name.

Only then did he understand.

For five years, he had looked down on the woman beside him.

He thought she was lucky to marry him.

He thought she needed him.

But the truth was…

He was the one who had been standing beside someone far greater than he imagined.

At that moment, Luc Uyen entered the office.

“Deputy President, I heard about Miss Tham…”

She stopped when she saw his expression.

For the first time, Pho Bac Vong didn’t look like a powerful businessman.

He looked lost.

“She never needed me.”

Luc Uyen forced a smile.

“She is just angry. After some time, she will come back.”

Pho Bac Vong looked at her.

And for some reason…

those words no longer comforted him.

Because he finally understood.

Tham Kieu had spent five years waiting for him to see her.

But now that he finally saw her…

she was already gone.

And the most painful thing was not losing his wife.

It was realizing that the woman he lost…

was the woman he should have been afraid of losing from the beginning.