Chapter 4 — After Notarizing 5 Houses, I Just Got Married

I started the engine and drove away from Trieu Phong Square. When I got home, I sat on the sofa for a long time. At nine thirty at night, Tran Hao returned, carrying a body filled with the smell of oily smoke from outside food.

“Overtime?”

“Yes, the project is so urgent.”

“Had a temporary meal with colleagues outside.”

Every word he uttered was a lie. But he was not aware that I knew everything. I looked at his relieved expression, a strange calmness welled up in my heart. Not angry, not heartbroken, but a confirmation. It's like solving a math problem, no matter how tricky the process is, the moment you write down the answer, everything is no longer surprising. On the tenth day after registering my marriage, I basically thought things through. This marriage must end. But not now. I have to wait for the right opportunity to solve everything at once. She once taught me one thing: Getting angry is instinct, suppressing anger is bravery, turning over cards at the most appropriate time is the real winner. I began to prepare silently. Step one, investigate the other woman. The photos Lam Dao took for me were quite clear, so I cut a close-up photo and sent it to her. She didn't ask many questions, just said one sentence: "I'll send someone to investigate." That evening, she sent the information back. Chu Dinh, twenty-six years old, sales staff of a real estate company, fixed salary of five thousand yuan plus commission. The most important detail— She and Tran Hao have known each other since three years ago. Three years ago. That was also the time Tran Hao and I started falling in love. In other words, this woman is most likely— I scrolled down. She attached a screenshot, the source is unknown, but the content displayed is Chu Dinh's friend circle. A post from three months ago: The image is a bouquet of red roses, the caption is “Happy 3rd anniversary”. Three year anniversary. Tran Hao and I have been together for three years. I looked up other posts on Chu Dinh's circle of friends. One year ago: A photo of a silhouette of a man and a woman, with the words "The best gift". Half a year ago: Photo of plane ticket, destination Sanya, seats of two people. I remember that business trip. Tran Hao said the company went to team building in Sanya, going for five days straight. I found my chat history again. During those five days, every night Tran Hao only sent one text message: "I'm so tired today, I'll sleep first." Now I know what he's so tired about. I organized all the information, saved it in that folder. That folder already has dozens of pieces of evidence. Asking for a house, borrowing money, having an affair. But I still want to wait a little more. Because I discovered something even more important. Friday afternoon, I looked up my credit report

"Miss To, the notarization of your pre-marital assets was done very promptly. Five real estate properties were completely in your name, and after a short time of marriage, there was no record or payment of the home loan. He couldn't touch a dime of these assets."

“So what about the 380,000 yuan app loan in his name?”

"The core issue lies in the intended use of this loan. If it can be proven that all of this money was used by him for personal consumption—or, frankly, for adultery—then it belongs to his private debt, and she will not be responsible when they divorce."

“Evidence is enough Don't you?”

“Transfer records, adultery photos, text messages, if you can get them, even better. Current bank statements can prove cash flow.”

I compressed all the screenshots in a folder sent to Tham Hac. After watching, he only said one sentence: "You're more prepared than many of my clients."

“My aunt teaches it.”

“President To's eyes for people have always been very sharp.”

I was stunned for a moment.

“Do you know my aunt?”

Tham Hac smiled and did not answer directly.

“When you're ready, just contact me at any time. The process is very quick, two weeks maximum.”

I nodded. But I didn't act immediately. Because I'm still waiting for a chance. Waiting for Tran Hao himself to deliver the last piece of the puzzle into my hands. The opportunity came faster than I thought. The following Tuesday night, Tran Hao came home an hour later than usual. When he entered the door, he seemed to be in a very good mood, even humming and singing.

“Wife, this weekend my husband and I will invite the whole family out for a meal, as a celebration to make up for the wedding. Choose a hotel that's a bit luxurious, I'll book it."

“Which family?”

"My parents, my younger brother, Tieu Vu, and then some close relatives."

“How much does it cost?”

“If you think about it, the standard is about two or three thousand yuan per table, about ten goals.”

“Who pays?”

Unnaturalness flashed across his face.