Chapter 1 — Call Relatives to See Husband's Adultery

I tightened the handle of the suitcase that was still carrying the warmth of the airport, stood in front of the door of my luxury apartment, fumbled to find the key card to open the door, my fingertips turned pale from the force. This business trip ended two days earlier than expected. I deliberately did not inform my husband Han Minh Vu, wanting to create a small surprise for him. He is the head of the city's art troupe, holds the authority to assign staff and arrange performances, and is often so busy that his feet don't touch the ground. We have been married for three years, we are a little close together, a lot far apart, and even our wedding anniversary is rarely spent together. This time when I returned, I not only booked the hot spring villa he had always wanted to go to, but also knitted a scarf myself, hiding it carefully at the bottom of the suitcase, wanting to wait until after dinner to give him a warm, surprising gift. Right at the moment of swiping the card to open the door, the living room did not have the familiar warm light, only in the mysterious area was an unfamiliar pair of slender high heels scattered haphazardly. The heel of the shoe is filled with sparkling crystals, so dazzling that it makes people uncomfortable. I stepped deeper inside, and from the bedroom came a vague gasp mixed with Han Minh Vu's low laughter, like a cold ice spear piercing my heart, causing the blood in my body to immediately freeze. I sat down on the spot, the suitcase wheel rubbing against the marble surface made a soft sound, but was immediately completely overwhelmed by the moans and teasing from the bedroom. A stream of cold air spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. Almost instinctively, I tiptoed closer to the bedroom. When my fingertips touched the cold door frame, the sight through the crack made me choke. Han Minh Vu's upper body was bare, his strong muscles were still the same as before, but the woman lying in his arms was wearing the silk nightgown that I loved the most. That dress was my 30th birthday gift, a limited edition made from premium silk, soft and luxurious, I always couldn't bear to wear it. But now another woman was wearing it, her collar was pulled down, revealing a large amount of white skin. And that woman, I couldn't be more familiar with - is Lam Vi Vi, the main dancer under Han Minh Vu. Young, beautiful, always clinging to Han Minh Vu with her sparkling eyes. On the day of the group's last party, she even deliberately poured more wine into his glass, her finger intentionally brushing his wrist. At that time, I just thought that the young girl did not understand, but now looking back, everything was just obvious ambiguity and undisguised indulgence. I didn't rush in and make a fuss like a sour woman, nor did I shed a single tear. I just quietly took out my phone, turned on the video recording function, adjusted the focus through the crack in the door, recorded a few videos and took some clear photos. Each frame captures the disgusting scene before your eyes. After that, I quietly left the apartment, and when I closed the door I gently pulled it back, for fear of disturbing the two people inside and ruining the big play I was about to stage. Standing in the elevator room, the cold mirror reflected my pale face, but there was not a single trace of weakness in my eyes, only coldness and determination. I took a deep breath, called my mother-in-law - Truong Que Lan, her voice was so calm that I was even surprised. "Mom, I'm back from a business trip, I'm standing in front of my house, there's something I want you to come see." "My brother-in-law and brother-in-law too, everyone come, right now, don't hesitate." Truong Que Lan has always been extremely important to her family's dignity.

family, the Han family is also famous in the area, Han Minh Vu can sit in the position of group leader, there is indispensable support from the family behind. She heard the strangeness in my voice and quickly asked: "What happened? Minh Vu - did that kid make you angry again?" "You'll know when you get there." I hung up the phone. Then send the location to Han Minh Quyen's brother-in-law and Han Minh Kiet's brother-in-law respectively. I texted: "Come quickly and see your brother's good play. If you're too late, you won't be able to see it anymore." After calling, I leaned against the wall, my mind scrolling through every memory of Han Minh Vu. Once upon a time, I was a famous interior designer in the industry, with an annual income of several hundred million. Just because I wanted to support his career, he said he wanted to come home and have a hot meal, so I quit my job and stayed home to be a full-time housewife. When my mother-in-law was sick and had to be hospitalized, I stood by her bed day and night, never leaving her side, taking care of every meal and sleep, even more thoughtfully than my biological child like him. He said the art troupe's budget was tight, so I immediately withdrew all my pre-marital savings to help him pave the way, allowing him to smoothly climb to the position of troupe leader. But I didn't expect that all my sincere sacrifices would eventually be exchanged for such a humiliating betrayal. Less than half an hour later, Truong Que Lan's urgent footsteps were heard from downstairs. She took Han Minh Quyen and Han Minh Kiet and rushed over. Behind him were two distant relatives of the Han family - Nhi and Tam. Perhaps Truong Que Lan saw that the matter was serious and intentionally called them to be support, also to testify. "Uyen Uyen, what exactly is going on that you are so mysterious, and yet you still called the whole family to come?"