Chapter 4 — After transferring 150,000 Yuan, I turned the table on the marriage

The month-long party… turned into a pathetic drama from start to finish. The guests, not yet fully recovered, stood up and left one by one. Their eyes looked at us, full of pity... and fear. My parents were no longer in the mood to see off guests. My mother rushed into the back room, picked up Nac Nhat, who was sleeping soundly, and hugged her tightly, tears falling continuously. My father was still so angry that he was shaking, but he stood next to me, like a wall, blocking all prying eyes. The police took Khuong Vi away. When he was dragged away, he did not resist, nor scream... like a corpse. Just as he passed me, he suddenly raised his head and looked at me with eyes full of resentment. That look seemed to say: You ruined me. I calmly looked back. It's you... self-destruction. The ambulance also arrived and took Truong Lan away in a state of foaming at the mouth. Khuong's relatives, including Khuong Dao, were cowering in the corner, running faster than anyone else, afraid of being implicated. The entire hall was huge... Only my family and lawyer Ly remained. The hotel manager ran over, looking guilty:

“Miss Tran, what happened today…”

“I will pay the rest,” I interrupted, “please help me pack the dishes on the main table that haven't been touched yet, and send them to the orphanage.”

The manager was stunned, then immediately nodded and followed. I took off my high heels and walked barefoot on the cold ground. It feels… like all my strength has been drained away. This battle… It hurts to win. But also... a complete win.

“Tieu Hi, let's go home.”

My father helped me, his voice hoarse. On the way home, the car was so quiet that you could hear your breathing clearly. Lawyer Ly drove. My mother hugged Nac Nhat and sat behind her, occasionally bending down to gently kiss her soft hair. I sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery outside drift backwards, without saying a word.

“The camera system… was I installed before?”

A long time later, my father asked. I replied softly.

"From the end of my pregnancy, Khuong Vi started not coming home often, I felt something was wrong."

"He said he worked overtime, but when I called the company, my colleagues said he left early."

“I didn't expose it.”

“Just… install a camera in the baby's room.”

“To prevent any mishaps.”

I am a mother, I have to protect my child. I didn't expect that camera to actually record hell. Lawyer Ly looked at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes flickering with approval.

“Miss Tran, you are calmer than I thought, and stronger than I thought.”

“Next, I will immediately start the divorce process.”

"The chain of evidence is very complete. He committed adultery during the marriage, transferred common property, and committed acts of violence against his children."

“Many crimes combined, it was almost certain that he would leave empty-handed.”

"You don't have to worry about custody of your child. The court cannot give your child to someone with violent tendencies."

“There is only one problem, which is the amount of money he transferred.”

Lawyer Ly said.

“188,000 yuan for Sun Rui, 150,000 yuan for your mother-in-law, and nearly 600,000 yuan for his younger brother.”

"These are all marital assets, you have the right to reclaim them."

“But they can pretend to be poor, or deny it, and the litigation process will be long.”

I looked out the window, the city lights stretching into blurs in my eyes.

"No problem."

I said softly.

“I have enough time to play with them to the end.”

When you get home, lock the door. The place that once made me suffocated, for the first time brings a sense of security. I breastfed Nac Nhat and watched him sleep peacefully. My parents were in the living room, talking in low voices. I finished showering, changed into my pajamas, and felt alive again. The phone vibrates. A text message from an unknown number.

"Tran Hi! You cruel person! You sent my brother to the police station and sent my mother to the hospital! The Khuong family won't leave you alone!"

It's Khuong Dao. I looked at the message full of spelling errors and resentment, and quietly took a screenshot. Then I opened my contacts, found another number. The number I asked someone to investigate took a long time to get. I call. The bell rang a few times and was picked up.

“Hello, who is it?”

Young, soft female voice. It's Ton Nhue. I sat up straight, my voice calm.

“Hello, Ms. Ton.”

“I am Jiang Wei's wife, Tran Hi.”

The other end of the line... was completely silent. I clearly heard her breathing become rapid.

“I think we should meet.”

“Talk about you, your child, and the money you took from Khuong Vi.”