Chapter 8 — After Notarizing 5 Houses, I Just Got Married

My mind is working at full capacity.

"What does he want to get rid of before the divorce? But there are basically no assets under his name—wait."

I thought of one possibility.

“His 380,000 app loan—if he can prove that this is a joint debt after marriage, then I will have to bear half of it when we divorce.”

"Smart." She nodded.

“But this loan was borrowed by him before the wedding, and the purpose of using it was also to transfer it to his lover—”

"If you follow the official path, you really can't judge me. But what if someone helps him fake a debt note, disguising this money as money to invest after marriage or family living expenses?"

My blood immediately turned cold.

“How dare he?”

“He was looking for Liu Lei precisely because of this.”

She stood up and walked to the window. Outside the window is the night scene of Tan Giang Street.

"Nien Niem, I thought he was an honest person. Actually, he's a lot more complicated than I thought. But it's okay."

She turned around.

"He's looking for Liu Loi, you have Tham Hac. If he wants to play, then play with him."

That evening, Chu Dinh's email was sent. Tham Hac and I watched it together. Three-year chat history, clear classification, clear timeline. There are some extremely offensive passages in there. Tran Hao said to Chu Dinh: "She's really a sweet idiot, she has a few houses in her name, her aunt sells vegetables at the market, she has no one to back her up. Just go and register your marriage first, once the house changes hands everything will be easy to handle later." Date sent: One month before marriage registration. Another news: "She never thinks about these notary matters, that lady doesn't know the law." Date of submission: Two weeks before registration. There's another news: "Dinh Dinh, don't worry, the money I transfer to you is considered an investment of her money, when that time comes you will earn back double." Date of submission: Three days before registration. After reading these messages, I realized that I didn't feel any pain at all. There is only disgust. Pure disgust, oozing from every bone.

“What is the validity of these messages as evidence?” I asked Tham Hac.

"If the opponent does not doubt the authenticity, it can be used directly. If they have doubts, it is necessary to do electronic evidence appraisal, but this technology is now very mature, as long as the original data is still there, the appraisal results will not be a problem."

“It's still not enough.” Tham Hac said.

“What do you mean?”

"This evidence is enough for you to get a clean divorce, but not enough to make him pay. If you just want a divorce, stopping here is enough. But if you want—"

He looked at me.

"Give him a proper lesson. Then there's still one step missing."

"Liu Loi. If he really helped Tran Hao fake loan documents, then it is no longer a marital dispute, but fraud. Criminal."

I looked over at her. She was pouring tea, her hands very steady.

“How?”

"Wait." Tham Hac said, "Wait for him to present that fake debt paper."

“What if the court accepts it?”

“It won't.” Tham Hac's tone was very affirmative.

“Because by then I will have a complete chain of evidence in my hands, from loan disbursement, cash flow, to the motive for counterfeiting, the execution process. presently. As long as he submits it, he will get himself caught in the net.”

I raised the cup of tea and took a sip.

“Then wait.”

The waiting process was much more difficult than I thought. Not because of psychological torment, but because the Tran family refused to leave it alone. On Sunday, Tran Kien Quoc called. His tone was the most gentle in the entire Tran family.

“Nien Niem, no matter what you say, you and Hao are also legally married. This is not good for anyone if this story gets too big. Can you two sit down and talk?"

"Dad, I have entrusted the lawyer. Everything will be handled through the lawyer."

"Lawyer? Niem Niem, why do family members need to use a lawyer—”

“Dad, Tran Hao had an affair and even borrowed 380 thousand yuan from the app. Do you know these things, Dad?"

The other end of the line was silent for a long time.

“Dad… I don't really understand.”

"So dad, just go and ask clearly before continuing."

I hung up the phone. Right after that, Tran Luong called again.

“Sister-in-law, I told him he was wrong, please think again—”

“Tran Luong, are you still looking at my apartment?”

“I don't—”

“Then don't call anymore.”

Next is Ton Tieu Vu.