Chapter 7 — 120 Thousand Yuan And A Divorce

Chu Minh Hao checked Lam Vy's account. Not just once. The first time was eight months ago. At that time… I was three months pregnant. I put the phone down, took a deep breath, then picked it up again. Continue watching. In Lam Vy's account there is a fixed monthly money transfer. The transfer source is... Chu Minh Khai. The amount is not large. 1.2 thousand yuan per month. I took my eyes off the screen and looked out the window. The old tree in the residential area quietly shook its leaves in the wind. When I was pregnant, Chu Minh Khai always said money was stressful, said we had to save money, and said expenses would be huge after giving birth. I never doubted him. Believe that he is trying for this family. 1.2 thousand yuan per month. It started eight months ago. When I just found out I was pregnant, he excitedly said he would make a beautiful baby room, but in the end he said he didn't have enough budget and just bought an old bed. My mother didn't feel secure, secretly slipped me 5,000 yuan, and told me to buy better things for my child. I even turned to comfort her. Say no need. It is said that Chu Minh Khai knows how to take care of his family very well. Say we'll be fine. I am sitting in my mother's one-bedroom rental room. The baby is only three days old. I looked at that record. No more anger. No more pain. There's only something cold to the bone.

“Nhiem Nhiem, come out and eat.”

My mother called from outside.

“Yes, I'll be right out.”

I save each photo I take. Send everything to To Thanh. One more sentence: before you come over, please take a look at this for me. After sending, I put down the phone, stood up and went out. A few dishes were placed on the small table. Aunt Truong had returned, leaving only mother and child. The baby sleeps in the crib.

“Eat it.” My mother gave me a piece of fish.

I sat down, holding chopsticks.

“Mom, I asked you something.”

“Yes, ask.”

“What kind of person do you think Chu Minh Khai is?”

Her movements stopped. She put down her chopsticks and thought for a moment.

“At first I thought… this person was too smooth.”

I looked up at her.

“It's easy to talk and work well, but I always have the feeling that something isn't real.”

She frowned.

“People who know how to talk too much… are often not trustworthy.”

“But at that time I liked it, mom didn't say much.”

She sighed and looked at me.

"Nang Nhiem, no matter what... this baby, I will raise it with you."

The bridge of my nose stings. I bowed my head and ate a piece of rice without saying anything. Phone vibrates. It's To Thanh.

"I've seen it. If this record is real, then what you're holding... is more than you think. I'll come over this afternoon and help you sort it out."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, To Thanh arrived on time. She wore a neat business suit, high heels, and walked decisively. As soon as she entered the door, she gave me a hug, then walked over to look at the baby in the crib.

“He's so adorable.”

She gently held the baby's tiny hand, a rare expression of tenderness on her face. But very quickly, she regained her emotions, sat down opposite me, her eyes became serious.

“Let me see.”

I gave her the phone. Inside are all the photos and recordings I saved. My mother understood very well, carried the baby into the inner room, leaving space for us. To Thanh watched very quickly, her fingers slid across the screen continuously, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding slightly, not saying a word for more than ten minutes, the whole room was so quiet that only the soft sound of flipping documents remained; When she finished watching the last picture, she paid the phone called me back, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed.

“Nam Nhiem, this time you… poked the honeycomb.”

My heart tightened slightly.

“But you did it right,” she added, “every step was on point, without any confusion.”

She looked at me, recognition in her eyes.

“Now let me make one thing clear, what do you want?”

“Divorce,” I replied without hesitation, “I follow you.”

“What else?” she asked again, “what about money?”

"The 1200,000 yuan my mother gave me is definitely mine. As for the marital assets..." I hesitated, the shared house was paid in installments, the deposit was paid by his side, I really didn't know how to calculate it.

“You don't have to worry about that,” To Thanh waved his hand, “this is the most important part today.”

She took out pen and paper and drew a simple diagram.

"First, the divorce is certain. Since Chu Minh Khai had an affair and even transferred money to Lam Vy for a long time, he was the guilty party, the law is on your side on this point."

"Second, custody of the child. The baby is still breastfeeding, the court will almost certainly give it to you, Chu Minh Khai is the guilty party, there is no advantage."

“Third, the most complicated, is property division.”

She drew a circle.

“Chu Minh Khai's problem is not just an affair, the bank records you have are... extremely valuable.”

She tapped the screen.

"He directed Chu Minh Hao to look into Lam Vy's account, which is evidence that the two of them committed the same violation; he transferred a fixed amount of money every month, a total of nearly 100,000 yuan, that is evidence of transferring common assets; adding it all up, if he went to court, it would be enough to leave him empty-handed."

I was a bit shocked when I heard it. I never thought to that extent.