Three years after the divorce, everyone in Beijing’s upper circles believed that Khuong Van had disappeared.

Some said she couldn’t accept being abandoned.

Some said she had taken the five million compensation and started a quiet life somewhere far away.

Others said she was just another woman who had entered the Luc family for status and left when the relationship ended.

Nobody knew the truth.

Because the woman they thought had lost everything…

had simply chosen to disappear.

Three days after leaving the Luc family’s villa, I changed my phone number.

I sold the jewelry that the Luc family had given me.

I closed every connection that could remind me of that marriage.

Not because I hated Luc Canh Tham.

But because I finally understood something.

A person who never truly chose you should not be the center of your life.

For three years, I had been his wife.

But I had never been his first choice.

At least, that was what I believed.

Until the day I left Beijing.

I changed my name.

I started over.

And nobody knew that the woman everyone called “the abandoned wife of the crown prince” had quietly built a company that would soon shake the entire business world.

Three years passed quickly.

During those three years, Luc Canh Tham’s name appeared everywhere.

Successful acquisitions.

International projects.

Media interviews.

And beside him…

To Van.

The woman everyone believed he had always loved.

The perfect match.

The childhood sweetheart.

The person who finally returned after years abroad.

I saw their photos occasionally.

I never clicked.

I never cared.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

Until one morning, my assistant placed a newspaper on my desk.

“President Khuong.”

I looked up.

“What?”

She hesitated.

“Luc Group announced the marriage registration date.”

I didn’t react.

“With To Van?”

She nodded.

I smiled slightly.

“Good.”

My assistant looked surprised.

“Are you really okay?”

I lowered my eyes to the documents in front of me.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Because three years ago, I had already signed the divorce agreement.

Because three years ago, I had already walked away.

Because three years ago…

I had died in Luc Canh Tham’s world.

At least, that was what everyone believed.

The wedding registration day arrived.

The Luc family mansion was decorated beautifully.

Reporters gathered outside.

Everyone wanted to witness the moment when Beijing’s most powerful young heir officially married his first love.

But nobody expected the person who appeared at the registration office that morning.

Me.

Khuong Van.

When I walked through the door, the atmosphere instantly changed.

The staff looked at me strangely.

Some recognized me immediately.

Others whispered.

“Isn’t she…”

“The former Mrs. Luc?”

“Didn’t she disappear?”

I ignored them.

I simply walked toward the registration counter.

The employee looked at my documents.

Then looked at my face.

Her expression became complicated.

“Miss Khuong?”

“Yes.”

She hesitated.

“Are you here for…”

“Marriage registration.”

The room became silent.

Because standing behind me was a man.

A man nobody expected.

The CEO of the largest technology empire in Asia.

Jiang Mo.

The man who had appeared in business magazines for the past two years.

The man everyone wanted to cooperate with.

Luc Canh Tham’s biggest competitor.

The employee looked between us.

Then quickly lowered her head.

“I understand.”

Ten minutes later, the news spread.

The woman who disappeared after divorcing Luc Canh Tham…

was registering her marriage with Jiang Mo.

At the exact same time Luc Canh Tham was preparing to register his marriage with To Van.

When Luc Canh Tham heard the news, he was in the middle of signing documents.

His assistant placed the phone on the table.

“President Luc…”

He didn’t look up.

“What happened?”

The assistant hesitated.

“Miss Khuong.”

The pen in Luc Canh Tham’s hand stopped.

“What about her?”

“She registered her marriage today.”

Silence.

For some reason, his first reaction was not anger.

It was disbelief.

“With whom?”

The assistant swallowed.

“Jiang Mo.”

The room suddenly became colder.

Luc Canh Tham looked at the photo on the screen.

There I was.

Standing beside another man.

Smiling.

A smile he hadn’t seen for a very long time.

Not the careful smile I had shown him during our marriage.

Not the polite smile I used when his family criticized me.

A real smile.

A smile that didn’t belong to him anymore.

“Impossible.”

The assistant lowered his head.

“It has been confirmed.”

Luc Canh Tham stared at the image.

Three years ago, when I signed the divorce agreement, he thought I was leaving because I was angry.

He thought I would eventually return.

After all…

Who would really leave the Luc family?

But he was wrong.

I had not left because I wanted him to chase me.

I left because I finally stopped waiting.

That evening, Luc Canh Tham appeared at my company.

Nobody expected him.

Including me.

When I entered the meeting room and saw him standing by the window, I stopped.

“Why are you here?”

He turned around.

For a moment, he didn’t speak.

His eyes studied me carefully.

Three years had changed me.

I was no longer the quiet woman who followed him everywhere.

No longer the wife who waited until midnight for him to return.

I wore a tailored suit.

I carried confidence.

I belonged to myself.

“Khuong Van.”

“President Luc.”

The formal address made his expression change.

“You call me that now?”

I smiled.

“Isn’t it appropriate?”

He looked away.

Then asked:

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you were going to marry someone else.”

I looked at him calmly.

“Did I need your permission?”

That sentence left him speechless.

Because three years ago, I had asked him countless times:

Do you still need me?

Do you still want this marriage?

Do I matter to you?

And he had answered with silence.

Now he was finally experiencing that silence himself.

After a long pause, he asked:

“Are you happy?”

I looked at him.

“Yes.”

A simple answer.

But somehow it hurt him.

He lowered his eyes.

Then he whispered:

“Back then…”

I waited.

“Why did you ask for a favor instead of money?”

I was surprised.

After three years, that was the question he remembered.

I smiled faintly.

“Because money disappears.”

“And a favor?”

“It reminds someone that they once owed you something.”

His expression changed.

“Did you ever use it?”

“No.”

“Why?”

I looked out the window.

“Because I thought I would never need it.”

A pause.

Then I turned back.

“But now…”

I smiled.

“Maybe it’s time.”

Luc Canh Tham frowned.

“What do you mean?”

I placed a document on the table.

His eyes moved down.

And when he read the title…

his entire expression changed.

Because the favor I had saved for three years…

was something that could completely change the future of the Luc family.