When I went to my boss’s house to play, I met my ex-wife, I immediately asked: “Is it enough to do os//print?”, who would have thought that she was…
When I went to my boss’s house to play, I met my ex-wife, I immediately asked: “Is it enough to do os//print?”, who would have thought that she was…
My name is Nam, thirty-five years old, a salesman for a large company. After many years of striving, I was finally promoted to the position of team leader. My direct boss is Mr. Hung – a successful man with a calm demeanor, respected by many people.
One afternoon, my boss called me up and said with a smile:
“On the weekends, come to my house to play, it’s convenient to meet, brothers are closer.
Hearing the invitation, I was overjoyed. Going to your boss’s house is a rare opportunity to make an impression. I prepared a decent gift basket and arrived on time.
But as soon as I entered the luxurious villa, I was dumbfounded. The person who opened the door for me was none other than Linh – my ex-wife.
At that moment, hot blood rose, old memories rushed back. Linh and I used to love each other passionately, but because I was poor at that time, my career was nowhere, and she longed for a full life. After many conflicts, Linh definitively divorced and left me. I used to be in pain, I used to hate. And now, seeing her wearing an apron, wiping in her hand, I laughed sarcastically:
“Oh, I didn’t expect it! Is it enough to make osin?
I think she’ll blush, be confused, or angrily retort. But Linh only smiled slightly, her eyes were calm:
“You just go in, the boss is waiting in the living room.
I was a little stunned, before I had time to understand, Boss Hung came out from the inside, put his arm around Linh’s shoulder intimately:
– Ah, let’s introduce it to you. This is his wife – Linh.
My whole body felt like someone had thrown cold water. As it turned out, the woman I had just sarcastically mocked was my boss’s wife – the woman who was living the life she had dreamed of before.
All that night, I sat with my heart tormented. Linh did not show any contempt for me, on the contrary, he continued to talk politely, even picking up food for me. As for me, how many harsh words I had prepared were choked in my throat.
When the party ended, I left, and Linh saw me off at the gate. She said softly:
“Don’t think too much. We are already in the past. I wish you happiness with the present.
I was silent. Those gentle words made my heart throb.
That night, I tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep. I used to gloat when I thought that Linh had to live a miserable life, but I didn’t expect her to be the boss’s wife – living in silk velvet, with a decent name. I thought I had let go, but it turned out that deep down there was still a wound that had not healed.
In the following days, I worked under my boss, often meeting Linh at company parties. She still behaved in moderation, not repeating the old story. I was embarrassed, trying to avoid her gaze. Once, while drinking, I casually asked:
“Are you happy?”
Linh smiled and replied succinctly:
“Yes.
Just that one word made my heart tighten. I realized that what actually annoyed me was not that Linh was rich, but that I still hadn’t forgiven myself – for not being able to keep the woman who once loved me.
Since then, I have plunged into work, putting all my energy into proving myself. I understand, there’s no point in gnawing on the past. Everyone has their own choices in life, and Linh has chosen her path.
A year later, thanks to my efforts, I was promoted to head of the department. On the day the company held a congratulatory party, Linh came with her boss again. As she toasted me, she said softly:
“I’m happy for you. He finally found his way.
This time, I was no longer sour. I smiled and replied:
“Thank you. Wish you happiness forever.
That story taught me one thing: sometimes, the bitter end does not lie in others, but in the pettiness and selfishness in our hearts. Only when we know how to let go can we truly mature.
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