Chapter 5 — After the Divorce, Please Get Out of My House

My voice turned cold.

"First, don't cry, don't explain to anyone. If anyone wants to believe, let them believe. A righteous person is not afraid of the shadow."

"Second, mom, take your blood pressure medicine and rest well. Let me handle this matter."

“Nguyet Nguyet, I…”

“Mom, believe me.”

I interrupted her.

“They will quickly regret today's phone call.”

I hung up. The chest rose and fell violently. I was so angry that I was shaking. I used to think that kicking them out of the house was the end. I was wrong. For people like them who have no limits… That's just the beginning. What they want is not a house. Which is to destroy me completely. If they have chosen to tear each other's faces to the end... Then I will help them peel off the last layer of skin on their faces. I opened my computer and logged into my email. Inside there is an encrypted folder. I click open. All of this is evidence that I have quietly collected over the past three years. Each money transfer Tran Hao took from me in the name of "starting a business" and "investment". The chats where he cried to me after losing everything gambling. Photo of the commitment letter he wrote after secretly using my credit card was discovered. The gambling debts he hid from me borrowed from outside. Each photo. Every number. So dazzling that it's terrifying. That is the real reason why this marriage broke up. He is like a bottomless pit. And Truong Lan... Is the guardian of that hole. Every time I wanted to close that hole, she would immediately jump out and blame me for "not knowing how to support my husband's career", "being stingy", "not having a prosperous life". The reason I've never released these things... Is because I want to save Tran Hao's last bit of dignity. But now it seems... My kindness has become capital for them to gain favor. I classified all the evidence neatly. Then find the QR code of the group of residents in the apartment complex. I have never joined these groups before. But now… I need a stage. I scanned the code, sent the request to the group. Administrators quickly approve. There were more than three hundred people in the group, most of whom were neighbors who knew each other. I saw the avatar of Tran Hao's eldest aunt and a few other relatives on the member list, and chuckled coldly. Doesn't Truong Lan really like to call relatives to "arbitrate"? Then I'll build her an even bigger stage. I didn't immediately message anything in the group. The time has not yet come. I need a stronger explosion point. At that moment, the phone rang again. It's a strange number. I picked up the phone.

“Is that Trieu Nguyet?”

On the other end of the line, a cold male voice rang out. It sounded like it wasn't kind.

"I am Tran Hao's friend. Now he is being held by us."

The opponent smirked.

"He owes us 200,000 yuan in gambling money, promised to pay it today. I can't call now, and he's gone. You're his wife, so pay it back."

My heart sank.

“We are divorced.”

“Divorce?”

The other end of the line burst into laughter.

"We don't care about that. We just know where it is."

“If you don't want us to come to your door to throw paint, you'd better prepare the money quickly.”

“I'll give you an hour.”

The phone was immediately disconnected. The "thump" sound of the machine was deafening. They don't just know the address. But also prepare to use the most low-class game. But I didn't panic. More dangerous, early My mind became even more alert. I lowered my head to look at the clock. This is not the first time I have received a debt collection phone call like this. In the past two years, I can't even remember how many piles of trash I've cleaned up for Tran Hao. Every time something happened, he knelt down and begged me, swearing to death that this would be the last time. Each time, Truong Lan cried and said her son was just tricked by others and was not bad in nature. Over and over I softened my heart. But this time is different. I opened my contacts and called a phone number.