Ex-husband arrested for obstructing house construction, will CEO Hung and Tieu Ca forgive him?

Ex-husband arrested for obstructing house construction, will CEO Hung and Tieu Ca forgive him?

[Music] Her ex-husband was arrested for sabotaging her new life. Will CEO hung and lie? Tauka forgive him. The wind carried the scent of newly mixed cement and red dust sweeping across the half-built walls that stood like silent witnesses to her hopes. Lie Tuuka stood there, one hand resting gently on her growing belly, the other shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun. Behind her, the skeletal frame of what would soon be her home cast long shadows across the ground. It wasn’t just a house. It was a dream she had waited far too long to build. Every brick, every nail was soaked in sweat, sacrifice, and quiet defiance against the past. But that past wasn’t done with her. K, the man she once called husband, had watched from the sidelines as she moved on, not just from him, but from everything that had once held her back. When he saw another man, the powerful and compassionate CEO, hung, stepping into her life with unwavering support, his jealousy turned into something darker. And so with a heart twisted by pride and regret, Ken made a desperate choice. He reported the construction site, stirring legal trouble and halting the work that had become Leaiu Circa’s sanctuary. But fate did not stand idle. In a twist no one expected, K was arrested for obstruction and falsifying complaints. Now, as police sirens fade into the distance and whispers ripple through the neighborhood, one question remains. Can forgiveness bloom in the ruins of betrayal? Will lie to coiri from the wounds of the past? Find space in her heart to forgive the man who once abandoned her? And what about CEO Hungs love had been tested time and again? can he look past the chaos and stand firm beside the woman he cherishes. This is not just a story of loss and justice. It is a tale of healing, of finding light after darkness, and of the fragile line between vengeance and mercy. The construction site lay quiet now. What once echoed with the sounds of hammers and laughter had turned into silence, deep and unsettling. Workers had stopped coming. The walls, once rising with hope, now stood frozen midair, like a heart held between beats. Leayu Ku sat on a worn wooden bench nearby, her hands trembling slightly as she poured tea into a chipped porcelain cup. Her eyes, though strong, could not hide the storm within. She had fought so hard to reclaim her life, to protect the little soul growing inside her. And now dot dot dot this. Across from her sat CEO hung, sleeves rolled up, shirt dusted from earlier attempts to speak with the local authorities. His face was calm, but only because he was trained to be. Inside, a quiet fury. S M O L D E R E D dot dot. He crossed a line. Hung, finally said, voice low. reporting you trying to destroy everything you’ve built. He wasn’t just trying to stop construction. He wanted to ruin your peace. Tuyuka lowered her gaze. Maybe he never knew how to let go. She whispered. But I did. I let him go a long time ago. Hung looked at her heart heavy. That’s what scares him. The arrest had happened quickly. After the local officials reviewed K’s complaints, they discovered forged documents, manipulated photos, and testimonies paid under the table. He hadn’t just made a report, he orchestrated a campaign of sabotage. When the truth surfaced, the law moved faster than anyone had expected. But now that he was in custody, the public eye turned toward Tausk and hung. Journalists reached out for statements. Neighbors began to gossip and somewhere beneath it all, the question echoed louder and louder. Will they forgive him? 3 days later, Leayuk stood outside the police station. She hadn’t planned to come, but something in her chests, something soft, stubborn, and aching had brought her there. The rain had just stopped and the air smelled of wet earth and fading anger. She was let in quietly. The officer knew who she was. Everyone did now. Ken sat in a small interview room. Wrists chained to the table, head bowed low. When he looked up and saw her, his eyes widened but not in anger. In shame, Tayuka, his voice cracked. She didn’t sit. She stood tall, her hands protectively placed on her round belly, her eyes steady. Why can Why would you do this to me? To your own child? I didn’t know, he whispered. I didn’t know you were pregnant. That shouldn’t matter. I don’t need your protection or your permission. I just wanted to build a life. Quietly, Ken closed his eyes. I lost everything. you, my daughter, my pride. When I saw you smile again with him, my lost my mind. A long silence passed between them. “I’m not here to punish you.” She finally said, “The law will decide that, but I came to tell you this. I’ve forgiven you. Not because you deserve it, but because I need to be free.” Ken wept then not loudly, not dramatically, but the way a man weeps when he realizes too late that what he destroyed was the only beautiful thing left in his life. That evening, Li Tayuka returned to the construction site with CEO Hung. She stood at the entrance, watching as the workers now cleared to returns. Lowly picked up their tools again. One of them smiled at her. Well finish it soon, Shuka. Just a little longer. She smiled back. Hung wrapped a gentle arm around her shoulder. You were brave today. I wasn’t, she said softly. I was just tired of letting anger live rent-free in my heart. They stood there for a long time, the wind brushing past them like a blessing. And in that stillness, where forgiveness had been spoken and peace reclaimed, a new beginning quietly took root. That night, the wind carried memories. LS2CA sat by the window of the small home she now shared with CEO Hing. The lights were dim. Outside, the moonlight traced soft outlines across the floor as if sketching the future in strokes of silver. Inside her, the baby stirred. She gently touched her belly and whispered, “You are coming into a world already full of broken pieces. But I promise I’ll build something whole for you.” Behind her, Hching stepped out from the kitchen, holding a cup of warm ginger tea. Can’t sleep,” he asked softly. She shook her head. I thought seeing can today would bring me closure, but it only reminded me how much hurt still lingers. He placed the cup beside her, then knelt to rest his ear against her belly. “Then maybe we don’t chase closure,” he said. “Maybe we just choose healing one quiet moment at a time.” Her eyes welled, but she didn’t cry. Not anymore. Because in Hines’s presence, she had found something that didn’t ask her to forget her past or erase her pain. He simply stood beside her, willing to carry the weight of it with her. Not for her. Two weeks passed. The house began to take shape against walls taller, its rooms filled with light. Workers joked and shared lunch under the half-built roof. There was laughter, sawdust, and the scent of fresh wood. Life was returning. But in a quiet corner of her desk, Tuka wrote something no one else knew about. A letter to Can. You were once the person I thought I would grow old with. I don’t regret loving you, even if that love ended in sorrow. I don’t know if you will ever find peace with what happened between us. Dot dot but I will. I already am. And if our daughter asks one day why her father wasn’t around, I will tell her the truth, but I will not teach her to hate you. I will not pass down my pain. I will teach her grace. I will teach her to be free. She never mailed the letter. She folded it quietly, placed it in a drawer, and let silence close over it like a blanket. Three months later, under a gentle spring sun, the house stood complete. Its white walls gleamed in the light. Flower beds lined the porch. The scent of jasmine floated through the open windows. It wasn’t a mansion. It wasn’t grand, but it was theirs. Built with pain, healed by hope. dot dot. Tuka walked through the front door barefoot, running her hand along the smooth walls. Aching followed, holding a small framed photo. It was a picture of her and little Han, her daughter from her first marriage, taken years ago before the storms came. He placed it gently on the shelf. “She belongs here, too,” he said. Tears spilled from her eyes before she could speak. She turned, burying her face in his chest, and let herself sobb not out of sadness, but relief. Grief had shaped her story. But grace would write its ending. Life lesson. Healing is not about erasing the past. It’s about building a future with it. Life doesn’t always give us clean breaks or easy endings. Sometimes the people we once loved become strangers. Sometimes the ones we trusted leave behind scars that never fully fade. LS2 Circa’s journey teaches us that healing is not found in forgetting the past or pretending the pain never happened. True healing begins when we stop trying to erase our wounds and instead learn to carry them with grace. She did not seek revenge when she was betrayed. She did not return hatred for hatred when Ken tried to destroy what she was rebuilding. Instead, she chose to rise with quiet strength, dignity, and compassion. Through the love of CEO Hing, who accepted her for who she was, fears, and Aluku found that she could still trust again. she could love again and most importantly she could believe that she was worthy of peace even after chaos. The lesson is simple but powerful. You don’t have to be unbroken to be whole. You don’t need a perfect past to create a beautiful future. And no matter how heavy your story is, the right people will help you carry it. And perhaps the greatest lesson of all is this. Forgiveness is not weakness. It is courage. When Tuka and CEO Hing chose to forgive Ken, they were not excusing his actions. They were choosing peace over pain, clarity over chaos. They understood that holding on to anger only binds us to the very wounds we wish to escape. Forgiveness did not mean forgetting. It meant freeing themselves from the burden of bitterness. It meant allowing themselves and even can the possibility of change. In the quiet moments when Tuka looked at her child sleeping soundly or when Oing held her hand as they watched the sunset over their newly built home, they knew they had survived. They had rebuilt not just walls and roofs, but trust, hope, and a new beginning. This story reminds us that no matter how broken life may feel, we always have a choice. To rise instead of crumble, to love instead of resent. To rebuild even when the ruins are still warm. Because healing is not a destination. It is a daily decision. [Music]

Ex-husband arrested for obstructing house construction, will CEO Hung and Tieu Ca forgive him?
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