Chapter 9 — After My Husband Slagged Me To Please My Mother, I Cleaned The Whole House

Report to the police. File a divorce lawsuit. I'm very tired. No more pain. The pain is dull... Heavy... As if seeping from every bone in the morning. Not disappear. Which has been replaced by something else. Not the cold of sadness. It's the cold at the bottom of a river in the middle of winter. Freeze to the core. But once it's frozen to the core... It won't be cold anymore. Will never get warm again. The next morning, exactly seven o'clock. I woke up in a familiar bed at my mother's house. As soon as I opened my phone, more than a hundred messages immediately flooded in. Most of them are from Tran Kien Quan. He was still texting until two in the morning.

"To Man, go home, I really know I was wrong."

"Please reopen the card, my mother has no more money to go shopping."

"Do you want me to beg you? Okay, I beg you."

"To Man, you can't treat me like that. I'm your husband."

The last text message was sent at 3:11 am.

"What do you want me to do???"

Three question marks in a row. Even now... He still doesn't understand. What I need has never been "what should I do".

"I will never need you again."

At exactly eight o'clock, Vuong Loi sent a text message. The divorce agreement has been drafted. He also helped me apply for asset preservation measures, freezing the right to transact the house to avoid them secretly taking the assets for disposal during the divorce. I read the agreement again. The content is very brief. The house belongs to me. The car belongs to me. The company has nothing to do with him. There are no joint debts. There is also no common savings to divide. From beginning to end, he never saved a penny. As for the 167,000 yuan that was silently transferred from my account... Vuong Loi said he could sue privately to request a refund.

"Or you can write it down in the divorce agreement. He just needs to pay once and it's over, you won't pursue it anymore."

"Write it down."

“Just leave him a path.”

That's not soft-hearted. But because I understand very well. If we really drag each other to court. Even the money to hire a lawyer... He doesn't have it. What if I keep holding on to that money? What was wasted... Just my own time. And my time... Worth a lot more than 167,000 yuan. Exactly nine thirty. I called the moving company. I don't go alone. Vuong Loi arranged for a paralegal to accompany him, with a copy of the protection order in hand. I also notified the building management in advance. The building's housekeeper agreed to be present to testify. Ten minutes past ten. I stood in front of apartment 1802. I manually entered the new password. The door just opened. A smell of instant noodles immediately appeared. On the tea table in the living room are two cups of noodles. A half-eaten cup. One cup is still intact. Next to it were scattered melon seed shells and cigarette butts. There are still water stains on the carpet from yesterday when I was knocked down and spilled. The water has dried. Only a blurry ring remains. No one cleaned. Of course not. During the past three years... Housework has always been done by me. Luu Que Phuong sat on the sofa. Still wearing pajamas from yesterday. Hair is messy. Dark eye circles. As soon as she saw me enter, she was stunned for a moment and then jumped up. But when she saw the moving staff and the paralegal behind me... She sat down quietly again.

"You... you brought someone here do what?"

I don't answer. Just turned to the moving staff.

"Help me move the suitcase in the bedroom, all the things on the dressing table, the clothes in the first two shelves of the wardrobe, and the books and laptop in the office."

"Sorry guys."

Some people immediately went in. Luu Que Phuong sat on the sofa. Mouth moved several times. But I no longer dared to rush in and block him like yesterday. Because the paralegal quietly held up a copy of the protective order. She saw it. His face immediately turned pale.

"You... are you really planning to move away?"

The voice was hoarse. Absolutely no longer the sour, high-pitched sound of yesterday.

"I'm just moving my things."

"Your stuff?" She reflexively blurted out. "Is there anything in this house that you didn't buy..."

Can speak half a sentence. She herself stopped. Because she just accidentally admitted... It was all bought by me. I nodded calmly.

"I bought them all."

"But today I only brought my personal belongings."

"And all the furniture and electrical appliances in the house..."

"I leave it all to you."

That one sentence... Immediately made her speechless. The mouth opens and then closes again. Can't say a word. Right at that moment. Tran Kien Quan walked out of the bedroom. He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. There are pillow marks on his face. Looking at it, I knew I only slept on the sofa last night. When he saw me... The edges of his eyes turned red.

"To Man..."

"I have something for you to sign."

I took the divorce agreement out of my bag. Put it on the tea table. He bowed his head and looked. His face immediately changed.

"To Man..."

"Do you really want a divorce?"

I looked straight at him.

"Yesterday when you raised your hand to hit me..."

"Did you never think this day would come?"