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The party to celebrate the 10th anniversary of her husband’s company was held at a famous 5-star hotel in the center of Saigon. As a wife, Ms. Mai feels happy with her husband’s pride. Mr. Tuan – her husband – is the head of the sales department, this year he was chosen to speak in front of the whole company. But there was one thing she didn’t expect: he didn’t want her to go with him.
“That place is full of people with status, I missed my hometown,” he said, his eyes evading.
Ms. Mai paused. “You’re my wife. Why are you embarrassed?”
“I also know that I don’t fit in that environment. Besides… I don’t have any suitable dresses.”
She was silent. It is true that she has nothing outstanding: her small figure, tanned skin because she often hangs clothes and cleans the house. During her ten years at home taking care of her children, she has become accustomed to simple clothes and no lipstick.
That night, she decided to come anyway. Not to disrupt, but to understand why my husband has changed so much.
She borrowed a classic blue dress from an old friend – the silhouette was simple, but the elegant navy blue made her look stand out gently. Wearing light makeup and a mask, she walked into the hotel with her heart pounding with nervousness.
From a distance, she saw Mr. Tuan standing next to his big boss, along with a few well-dressed colleagues. Suddenly, a beautiful young girl in the group spoke up:
– “Brother Tuan, who is that? Why does it look strange?”
Mr. Tuan followed his gaze and saw Ms. Mai standing awkwardly at the entrance. His face changed color in an instant, but he quickly smiled:
– “Ah… It’s my house. I don’t know who let her come here…”
The whole group burst out laughing. Someone teased: “Oh my God, osin also knows how to choose a beautiful blue dress!”
Another person pouted: “How can there be any osin to go to a 5-star hotel…”
Ms. Mai stood there, her ears ringing in shock. She couldn’t believe that her husband, who had cherished her, could say those words in a crowded place.
A tear quietly spilled from her eyes, but she resolutely stepped forward. When she was only a few steps away, she slowly removed her mask.
No one said anything for the first few seconds.
Her face – even without elaborate makeup – still exudes elegance, tenderness, and especially her eyes full of self-respect. A man in the group of colleagues said softly:
“Uh… is Sister Mai, right? Mr. Tuan’s wife in college?”
Another woman, her eyes were surprised:
– “You used to be a model for photography in Da Lat, right? I will always remember that face!”
The atmosphere in the group suddenly fell silent. All eyes turned to Mr. Tuan – who was standing like the sky, his face was flushed. His boss frowned slightly:
– “Mr. Tuan, your wife is so beautiful and temperamental, but you… You mean Osin?”
Sister Mai didn’t say anything, just smiled slightly. The smile was full of pride, but also full of heartache.
– “I’m sorry if my presence makes people awkward. I’m just here to see how my first husband has changed over the years.”
Saying that, she turned her back and walked away. All eyes were still on the small figure in that elegant blue dress until it disappeared completely behind the big door of the hotel.
A few days later, Mr. Tuan returned home in silence. His reputation in the company was seriously affected. The boss no longer trusted, and his colleagues looked at him with contempt. But what made him lose the most… is the gaze of the wife who once considered him everything.
Ms. Mai did not get angry, did not cry, did not blame. She just quietly packed up some personal belongings and filed for divorce.
– “Love that must be hidden is no longer love.”
He clung to it, regretted it, and even knelt down to beg for forgiveness. But she just shook her head.
“You didn’t lose me at the hotel that day. You’ve lost me since you looked down on me in front of others.”
A year later, during a seminar on women entrepreneurs, Mr. Tuan happened to see Ms. Mai on stage. Now, she is the director of a handmade fashion brand for housewives, with hundreds of workers across the country.
She stood there – still a small figure, her signature blue dress, a gentle smile – but brighter and more confident than ever.
The auditorium applauded endlessly.
And he—in the midst of that crowd—could only watch quietly, regretting the things he had not appreciated.
