Chapter 2 — After transferring 150,000 Yuan, I turned the table on the marriage

Khuong Vi quickly caught her, his face was as red as pig liver, blue veins appeared on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and whispered:

“Tran Hi, are you crazy?”

I looked at him, smiled, but his eyes were not warm at all. I brought the microphone close to my mouth, my voice not loud, but brutally clear:

“Don't rush.”

“And the third thing… and the fourth.”

“It's all related to you, Khuong Vi.”

Khuong Vi's body shook strongly, his pupils constricted. His eyes looked at me... no longer angry. It's complete fear. Like looking at a demon. As for Truong Lan next to her, after hearing those words, her legs softened and she could no longer support herself. Her whole body collapsed onto the chair, her mouth emitting a hoarse sound as if she had been strangled. The whole hall was completely silent. Everyone held their breath. Wait for me… to release the next bomb. Khuong Vi's fear was like a tangible cold air, even sitting far away from the round table, he could still feel it. He stared at me, his lips moving soundlessly, like a fish out of water. I didn't pay attention to him, nor did I look at my mother-in-law who almost collapsed. I raised my third finger, slowly but decisively.

“The third thing.”

My voice was very calm, like I was reading a report that had nothing to do with me.

“About loyalty.”

As soon as the two words were uttered, Khuong Vi's body visibly stiffened. The surrounding guests immediately stirred, the sound was even louder than before.

"Loyal? Could it be..."

“No way, I'm only a month old…”

As if Truong Lan had grabbed a life-saving straw, she half stood up, pointed straight at me, her voice shrill:

"Tran Hi! Don't slander me! I know best about my son! Don't think that if you want to divide more assets, you'll tarnish him!"

She deliberately turned the story into a marital property dispute, wanting to confuse everything. I laughed.

“Mom, don't rush.”

I pulled out a few pre-printed photos from the envelope and held them up. Not an intimate photo. Those things... are so cheap. The first photo is Khuong Vi's profile, smiling and talking to a young girl. Behind is the door of a high-end mother and baby care center. The second photo is a frontal photo of the girl, holding a child in her arms. The baby wrap... is a branded product. The third picture is a screenshot of the payment invoice. Payer: Khuong Vi. Receiving place: the center itself. Amount: 188,000 yuan. Payment period: three months in advance. When I was seven months pregnant.

“I think everyone probably doesn't know this person.”

My voice through the microphone was cold to the bone.

"Her name is Ton Nhue, 22 years old, just graduated from university."

"Khuong Vi told me that she was a distant relative's daughter. She came here for an internship and had no place to live, so she temporarily stayed at his friend's house."

"He also said that that friend was very good, not only did he let her stay for free, but he also often helped her."

I held up each photo and each invoice in turn, calmly as if introducing a product.

“This child… is two months older than my child.”

"This 188,000 yuan postpartum center service package was when my morning sickness was the worst, I vomited no matter what I ate, I asked him to take me to a private hospital for a nutrition check, he said 'don't spend money on random things, everyone is like that'..."

“The next day, he paid the entire amount to the other woman.”

“And that branded baby wrap, more than 12,000 yuan... on the same day, he removed the stroller I put in the shopping cart just because it was 'unnecessary, a waste'. money'... then turned to buy it for someone else's child."

“Khuong Vi.”

I called his name, my eyes like a scalpel, peeling off the last layer of disguise.

“Your ‘good friend’… is it you?”

“Is that ‘distant relative’… your lover?”

“The child who is older than mine… is it your own child?”

Three questions in a row, like three blows to his head. Also hit the hearts of everyone in the hall. Absolute silence. You can also hear a needle drop. My father jumped up, grabbed the chair next to him and tried to throw it at Khuong Vi. My mother and my uncle held him tight.

“Animals! You really are an animal!” My father growled, his eyes bloodshot.

As for Truong Lan... Her face was pale. Not shock. Not outrage. But... panic because the incident was exposed. She knows. She knew from the beginning. Not only knowing... but also being complicit. Many things suddenly became clear to me. Why does she always refer to my daughter as a burden? Why has she never truly treated me well? Because she already knew... there was another woman outside who gave birth to her a "grandson". Khuong Vi... completely collapsed.

With a "thump" sound, he knelt down on the floor.

The heavy sound startled everyone. He crawled in front of me, clutching my leg like a dog. Tears and runny nose filled my face.

“Wife! You are wrong! Tieu Hi! You are confused! You are not human!”

He stammered, slapping himself in the face, each slap resounding loudly.

“It was she who seduced you! I cut it off! It's really cut off!”

“Money… I will get that money back! Give it all to me! Please forgive me this time! For your sake, give me one more chance!”

He hugged my leg, crying bitterly, wanting to use regret in exchange for forgiveness. I lowered my head to look at that pathetic appearance. There was only a feeling of nausea rolling in my stomach. I raised the microphone, my voice cold:

“Let go.”

He shook his head, hugging tighter.

“I won't let go! Tieu Hi, I can't lose you! Can't lose this family!”

I laughed.

“I'm not done yet.”

“And the last thing… the fourth thing.”

My eyes glanced past him, stopping on Truong Lan's face distorted by panic.

“This… has to do with our month-old daughter.”

"That's also the reason why you, Khuong Vi... will leave empty-handed, and forever lose your status as a father."

The words just ended. The banquet hall door... slowly opened. There stood two people. A person wearing a police uniform. A person wearing a neat lawyer's suit.