My name is Linh, I come from a poor family, my parents are farmers. Coming to Saigon with exactly  4 million in my pocket , I worked as a waiter at a beer bar, a livestream seller, and then a low-paid administrative employee.

I understand one thing clearly:

“Beautiful women have the right to choose. But beautiful and smart women — have the chance to live happily all their lives.”

So I aimed at a specific target:
Construction company director – Mr. Thanh, 55 years old, wife passed away 5 years ago, has 2 grown children, looking for someone to take care of him in his old age.

I would like to work as a receptionist.

2. After 3 months, I went from receptionist to… group boss.

I know Mr. Thanh likes gentle, polite women who know how to cook. I don’t show off my butt and breasts, I  pretend to be rustic and sensible .

In just 3 months, he  got rid of all his young secretaries and only trusted me .

Then one day he called me into his room and said:

“I know you are not like those who only want money. If you agree to marry me, I will give you everything you have never dreamed of.”

I nodded.
The wedding was held 2 weeks later , I wore a 400 million VND wedding dress, got in a Mercedes car, and officially “changed my life”.

I wore a designer nightgown, my face was carefully made up, and I walked towards the switch.
My husband, Mr. Thanh, had entered the room, had just taken his high blood pressure medication, his eyes were dull but he still tried to smile.

I turned back, hand on the switch.

“Go to sleep. Turn off the lights.” I said, trying to be gentle.

Cup.

The room was dark, with only a dim light coming from the hallway through the crack in the door.

I had just reached the edge of the bed when  “BANG!”  – the door to the room was suddenly kicked open!

I jumped.

A tall man, about 30 years old, wearing a white shirt walked in, his voice cold:

“A piece of trash like you dares to enter this room?”

I was stunned.
The hallway light was slanted across his face. It was  Khoi – Mr. Thanh’s step-son .

I shivered and pulled the blanket over me:

“What are you doing? This is… my wedding night…!”

He laughed harshly, throwing  the stack of bright red papers  on the bed:

“Read it. This house, that company, the car you were in this morning – it’s all in my name and my mother’s.”

Mr. Thanh was sleeping soundly, even snoring softly, not knowing anything.

As for me, in the dark, in a thin silk nightgown, my hands trembling as I held the papers…
It felt  as if I had just turned off the power to my life , not the room.

I whispered:

“No way…”

He came closer and whispered in my ear:

“Trust me… You’ll wish the power was just out tonight.”

1 month after the wedding, I discovered:

The house I live in is under his ex-wife’s name,  and has been transferred to his two children .

The group is not owned by Mr. Thanh, but  belongs to a joint stock company in which his son holds voting rights .

The wedding car I was given was just  a short-term rental under contract .

I signed  a prenuptial agreement  without reading it carefully — which means,  if we get divorced, I’ll be left with nothing .

5. Finally, I was taken out of the house… right in the middle of a hypothetical first birthday party for my unborn child.

I tried to fake a pregnancy to keep my rights. But before I could act out the second month,  my family doctor did a quick check and it turned out to be true .

That same day, in the middle of the party to celebrate his daughter-in-law’s pregnancy, Khoi publicly released the camera clip from the clinic.
Mr. Thanh  was heartbroken and declared:

“I was wrong to think you really loved me. But now go away, don’t make me have to get a lawyer.”

I was dragged out of the house  with everyone’s pitying eyes .
My cousin stood outside the door and whispered:

“Do you think this game is easy? You’re holding fake pieces…”

6. It’s too late to regret — I lost my youth, and have a bad reputation for the rest of my life.

Two years passed, I returned to my hometown to live quietly.
The villagers knew about it,  no one dared to marry their daughter to me .
My friends laughed sarcastically:

“Pretty, but not smart enough…”

As for me, every time I pass by a gold shop and see girls taking selfies with their engagement rings, I just smile bitterly:

“It’s not true that marrying a rich man will make your life better. Sometimes  people just need a role to fool the world  .