In the first year of my divorce, every month I received 10 million from a strange account

May 28, 2022 15:12 GMT+7

I have a beautiful young love like a novel. Thien and I are from the same hometown, he is 7 years older than me. We knew each other when I was in high school and then we stayed together.

We also went through all kinds of love, many times of life and death asking to break up, vowing not to come back again, but after only a few meals, we found each other in trouble.

Thien is handsome, tall, his personality is funny, so I love him forever and never get bored. However, Thien has a different outlook on life than mine, during the time we were together I was forced to change myself too much to fit what he wanted. However, because we are determined to go further in the future, I do not hesitate to accept sacrifices for him.

From a girl with a strong personality, I gradually softened and corrected my voice because my lover criticized “your voice is too sour”.

Before, I liked to wear T-shirts and pants, looking like a buffalo, my boyfriend was always calling out girls, so I started to learn how to wear skirts and make up.

Although I like to eat on the sidewalk, but because I love home-cooked rice, I try to learn how to cook to become an “artisan” of stir-fried meat and vegetables.

When I was at the end of my freshman year of college, we officially moved in together. Life was also quite peaceful when Thien went to work and I went to school. He also spared no expense for me to pay tuition fees or buy clothes and daily necessities.

However, when I finished the 1st semester of the 2nd year, Thien became pregnant unexpectedly. I was forced to reserve my studies to organize a wedding and have children.

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After getting married, my wife and I built a house on the land that Thien and his family had bought before. Loving my daughter getting married early, my parents also tried to lend us a little.

We thought that having children and having a house would make our life happy, but from here on, many conflicts arise.

When my son was 6 months old, I returned to the lecture hall, so I had to hire someone to take care of him. At this time, all expenses for diapers, nanny rentals, tuition fees… are all poured into Thien’s shoulders, making him no longer as happy as before, and I feel like I’m a burden on my husband.

Married for 3 years, I found out my husband was having an affair with a woman 4 years older than me but she has her own house, own car and a good job.

Before this, my husband did not explain, but said that he was too tired for this family, so he proposed a divorce to my surprise.

I agree to divorce and only ask him to let me raise my children, the rest is his property. After the breakup, he transferred me 4 million per month for child support.

At first, my life was not easy, my mother and I did not have an easy life, I went everywhere to apply for a job, and even asked my mother to go to the city to help me with food and water, taking care of my children so that I could have time to earn money.

However, a strange thing is that for 1 year after the divorce, every month I received 10 million from a strange account. I don’t know who sent it, but I’m afraid that people will claim it back, so I don’t dare to spend this money.

Yesterday, my ex-mother-in-law came to my house and asked for us to reunite. She said that after the divorce, Thien did not come to the other girl because she realized that only I was devoted to him.

She also revealed that Thien still cares about my mother and my children, as evidenced by the fact that every month he sends me another 10 million, the reason he doesn’t meet me in person is because he is ashamed of his mistakes. My ex-mother-in-law advised me that if I still had feelings, I should get back together so that my children wouldn’t suffer.

Now I also have a stable job, so I’m not afraid of being inferior to Thien. But really now I’m like “a bird afraid of bent branches”, I’m afraid to believe him once and then he gets used to the old way again, in the end the person who suffers is me.

Reader Ngoc Han