I put down the phone.

For six years, I had lived as Hứa Vãn.

A wife.

A business partner.

The woman standing quietly behind Trình Nghiễn.

Nobody knew that before I became his wife, I was already the person standing above him.

Nobody knew that the reason Vân Đỉnh Group invested in his company was not because of his so-called talent alone.

It was because I believed in him.

Back then, Trình Nghiễn had nothing.

No powerful background.

No wealthy family.

Just a small office, a handful of employees, and a dream that everyone around him considered impossible.

I was the first person who saw his potential.

When everyone else rejected his proposal, I convinced my grandfather’s company to give him a chance.

I remember what he told me that night.

“Hứa Vãn, when I succeed, I will never let you regret believing in me.”

I believed him.

I really did.

But people change when they start receiving applause.

The same man who once held my hand and promised me the world…

Eventually forgot who helped him reach it.

That afternoon, I didn’t return to the company.

I went back to the old Vân Đỉnh residence.

The moment I walked through the gates, the familiar scenery made my steps slow down.

This was where I grew up.

This was where my grandfather taught me that power was not about controlling people.

It was about protecting what mattered.

Uncle Châu was waiting at the entrance.

The moment he saw me, his eyes immediately turned red.

“Miss.”

I nodded.

“Uncle Châu.”

He looked at me carefully.

“You finally decided?”

I looked toward the building behind him.

“Yes.”

“Six years is enough.”

Uncle Châu lowered his head.

“Master always said you would return when you were ready.”

I smiled faintly.

My grandfather knew me better than anyone.

I didn’t return because I was angry.

I returned because I had finally accepted one thing.

Love without respect was not love.

That evening, I received a call from Trình Nghiễn.

His voice was impatient.

“Where are you?”

“Outside.”

“Why didn’t you buy the things I asked for?”

I almost laughed.

After everything that happened…

That was still his concern.

“Trình Nghiễn.”

“What?”

“I think we need to talk.”

There was a pause.

Then he sighed.

“Again?”

“You always make simple things complicated.”

I closed my eyes.

Six years ago, that sentence would have hurt me.

Tonight, it meant nothing.

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Let’s talk about our marriage.”

He became silent.

Then he said coldly:

“If this is about Kiều Mạn, don’t be childish.”

I looked out the window.

“No.”

“It’s not about her.”

“It’s about you.”

The next morning, I arrived at Trình Nghiễn’s company.

But this time…

I didn’t enter through the private entrance reserved for his wife.

I walked through the main doors.

The reception staff immediately stood up.

“Miss Hứa.”

Everyone recognized me.

Not as Trình Nghiễn’s wife.

But as the representative of Vân Đỉnh Capital.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

When I entered the conference room, Trình Nghiễn was already waiting.

He looked surprised.

“Hứa Vãn?”

Behind him stood Kiều Mạn.

She looked at me with confusion.

“Why are you here?”

I placed a folder on the table.

“Because we need to discuss something important.”

Trình Nghiễn frowned.

“About what?”

I opened the folder.

Inside were documents showing Vân Đỉnh Capital’s ownership percentage.

His expression changed.

Slowly.

Piece by piece.

Because for the first time…

He realized the woman he underestimated was not standing in front of him as his wife.

She was standing there as the person who could decide his future.

“Impossible…”

He whispered.

I looked at him calmly.

“You always said without you, I would be nobody.”

I paused.

“Today, I want to know…”

“Without me, who are you?”

The room became silent.

Kiều Mạn’s face turned pale.

Because she finally understood.

The woman she mocked.

The woman she thought was easy to deceive.

Was the person who had been holding the entire company in her hands.

Then Trình Nghiễn’s phone rang.

He looked at the screen.

His expression changed.

It was from his lawyer.

The message contained only one sentence:

“Mr. Trình, your wife has officially requested a shareholder review meeting.”

He slowly looked up at me.

For the first time in six years…

He looked at me with fear.

But there was something else.

Regret.

And before he could say anything, the conference room door opened.

Uncle Châu walked in with another document.

He placed it in front of me.

“Miss.”

“Your grandfather left one final instruction.”

I looked at the paper.

And my heart stopped.

Because the instruction was written six years ago.

The day I married Trình Nghiễn.

And my grandfather had already predicted exactly what would happen.

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