Chapter 2 — Being forced to divorce empty-handed, I made him empty-handed for the rest of his life

In the afternoon, I took Doa Doa back to the apartment complex. My mother-in-law was standing and chatting with the neighbors. As soon as she saw me, her expression immediately changed: "Why are you coming back?" I stood in the middle of the garden, my voice was not loud, but clear enough for everyone to hear: "Mom, I just want to ask clearly. The baby that Tran Tu Ngang brought home... is it his? You guys forced me to leave empty-handed... is it because I gave birth to a girl?" Neighbors immediately turned to look. Mother-in-law panicked: "What nonsense are you talking about!" I turned on the speakerphone. Her voice rang out clearly: "My family, To Van is very good at her job..." Her face turned red and she rushed forward to grab the phone. I immediately played the second recording.

“Wife, all my life I only love you…”

The surroundings began to whisper.

"Isn't this Mr. Tran's house? It looks very nice from the outside..."

“I once saw him with a young girl, I thought he was a secretary…”

My mother-in-law was so angry that she lost her reason and rushed to attack me. I leaned away. She slipped and fell face down on the ground. My brother-in-law ran over, pointed straight at me and shouted: "To Van, enough! You're slandering!" I laughed coldly: "Slander? Whose voice is in the recording? Can you hear it?" Tran Tu Ngang drove up, and as soon as he got out of the car, he roared: "To Van, are you crazy! What are you doing here?" He rushed forward to grab his daughter. I pushed him away and hugged Doo Doa tightly: "Don't you dare touch me!" Tran Tu Ngang raised his hand to hit me. I immediately called the police: "Hello 110, right? Someone took my child and even threatened to beat me." Ten minutes later, the police arrived. After understanding the situation, the police officer looked at Tran Tu Ngang with a stern voice: "Infidelity in marriage is the party at fault. You have no right to ask your wife to leave empty-handed. The act of taking away children and threatening physical safety is already a violation of the law." Tran Tu Ngang's face turned pale. The police made a reconciliation record on the spot, recording the entire situation. Holding the notes in my hand, I knew I had an additional shield. Before leaving, I looked straight at Tran Tu Ngang, my voice was not loud but sharp enough: "Do you think freezing my account means I have no choice? About you transferring assets, I already have a clue." His expression immediately changed. I took Doa Doa to Chu Tinh's car. Chu Tinh gave me a stack of documents: "Found it. Last month, your husband transferred two hundred thousand to his sister-in-law's account." I looked at the bank statement, the corners of my lips curled up. Tran Tu Ngang, your good day... has come to an end. I'm looking for a lawyer. Lawyer Ly, specializing in handling divorce cases, is quite famous in the locality. The hourly consultation fee was eight hundred, I took out the last of my cash and gave it to him. Lawyer Ly finished looking at the documents, pushed his glasses up, and said in a calm voice: "The evidence in your hand is very important. Additional pre-marital agreement, bank statement, police conciliation report, plus evidence of adultery, the possibility of winning is very high. But the current problem is, the way the other party's assets are transferred is quite confidential. You need to find more direct evidence."

“What kind of evidence do I need?”

"Things that can prove he intentionally dispersed common assets. For example, text messages instructing money transfer, call recordings, or any conversations in which he admits this."

I wrote down every word. The next morning, I went to Tran Tu company Asking for salary slips and stock documents. The receptionist stopped me: "Miss To, Mr. Tran told me not to come in."

“I am his legal wife, I have the right to know my husband's income.”

“This is company regulation…”

At that moment, his partner – general manager Vuong – walked out. Seeing me, he looked awkward: "Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't want to help, but Tu Ngang said you two are going through divorce procedures..."

“General Vuong,” I looked straight at him, “do you know about Tran Tu Ngang transferring company assets?”

His expression immediately changed. I lowered my voice: "Last month he transferred two hundred thousand, through the company account. If investigated, the shareholders will all be responsible." He was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his voice: "The finance department has a transfer record, but I can't give it to you. You... figure it out yourself." Just that is enough. In the afternoon, I went to the apartment complex where Lam Mi lived. As soon as she entered the gate, the security guard stopped her: "Are you To Van? Ms. Lam told me not to let you in." Before I could say anything, someone raised the phone to film me. A middle-aged woman rushed forward and pointed at me: "It's her! That's what's being said on the internet! That shrewd woman, running around bullying people with the baby!" Only then did I know that Tran Tu Ngang cut and collaged the video and posted it online. In the video, there is only a scene of me standing in front of the gate of the area, below it is written: "The first wife came to cause trouble, bullying the innocent mother and children." Comments below... are full of scolding me.

“This type of woman deserves to be divorced!”

"If you can't give birth to a son, you still have to do it!"

“Full-time wives are truly parasites of society!”

I took a deep breath, didn't bother to respond, turned around and left. It's not that I'm afraid. It's just... now is not the time. The real battlefield is not here. In the afternoon, I went to school to pick up Doa Doa. The teacher said she had been picked up by her grandparents. My heart sank. I immediately ran to my ex-husband's house, the door was tightly closed. The mother-in-law stood in the house and shouted: "Don't even meet Doa Doa! I told the teacher, you don't deserve to be a mother!" I banged on the door: "Give me back my child! Or I'll call the police!" She opened the door and spat out: "Report it! She's from the Tran family, you're just an outsider, you have no qualifications!" I don't say more, just call the police directly. When the police arrived, they opened the door. Doa Doa rushed out and hugged me tightly, crying until she couldn't speak: "Mom... grandma said you were a bad person... said you didn't need me anymore..." I hugged my child in my arms, my heart ached as if it was being torn into pieces. The police could only give a few reminders, saying this was a family dispute and it was difficult to intervene deeply. I took my child to Chu Tinh's house. After putting my baby to sleep, I plopped down on the sofa. Chu Tinh was so angry that he threw a glass of water: "They are really too much!"

“Chu Tinh,” I raised my head to look at her, “the video on the internet… can you help me uncover the truth?”

Chu Tinh opened the computer, her eyes were sharp as knives: "I have ten years of photos of you, and also a video of you taking care of your husband's family. I recreated everything, combined it with your story, and posted it." That evening, Chu Tinh's account posted a long post. Title: “Ten years of a full-time wife: from high-paid designer to empty-handed.” In the article is everything. My design work from ten years ago. Photo of me doing housework. Video of me taking care of my husband's parents. Recording Tran Tu Ngang vows. Recording of my mother-in-law praising me. Police conciliation record. Bank statements also prove he transferred assets. The comments section… exploded.

"Oh my god, has the deal been flipped? This husband and his daughter are so disgusting!"

“This girl is so pathetic, she gave up her whole career to take care of her family, and was finally sent away with nothing?”

“Transferring assets, committing adultery, stealing children... is this kind of man still human?”

“Support your lawsuit to the end!”

After just one night, public opinion completely reversed. The official account of Tran Tu Ngang company was so cursed that comments had to be blocked. Lam Mi's personal account was dug up, full of photos showing off her luxurious life. I lay in bed, my phone vibrated. Lawyer Ly texted: "Discovered an important clue. Under the name Tran Tu Ngang there is an apartment in the school district, which was transferred to his parents during the marriage. This is a malicious act of dispersing assets." I looked at the text message, the corners of my lips curled up slightly. Tran Tu Ngang, do you think you keep it hidden without any gaps? Each string... is tightening.