Chapter 4 — Divorce During Pregnancy

Completely different from the image of Mrs. Chu with her perfect makeup in her memory. She walked over and stopped two steps away from me. "Are you two divorced?" I said: "Yes." Her expression was complicated — neither angry nor regretful. It was like a relief when everything was finally over. “Should have gotten a divorce a long time ago.” She said, her voice calm. I looked at her. She continued: "You and Han Vu are not compatible. He needs a wife who can help him manage his business, not someone who only knows how to stay at home..." She didn't finish that word, but I knew what she wanted to say. Flower vase. Or useless. Two and a half years ago, she judged me like that. Although they never said it directly to my face, the whispers of the nanny and assistant were enough for me to hear clearly. I'm not angry. Phuong Thuc Cam hating me and Chu Han Vu being cold towards me are essentially the same thing. In their eyes, I am not worthy of their family. I smiled: "Mrs. Phuong is right, it really doesn't fit." Then I turned around and left. After walking more than ten steps, she said from behind: "Niem An, ninety-five million is not a lot. Don't not know enough." I don't turn around. Don't know enough? I worked as a free nanny, a free housekeeper, and a free gardener in that house for two and a half years. Three thousand five hundred yuan each month. Ninety-five million is what I deserve. Not even enough. But I don't want to compare these things with her anymore. Comparing is useless. When I got home, I told To Tieu this story. Her reaction was much more intense than mine. To Tieu scolded on the phone for three minutes, from Phuong Thuc Cam to Chu Han Vu, then from Chu Han Vu to the entire Chu family tree. I held a cup of warm water and listened to her scolding. She gasped: “Aren't you angry?” “No.” I said, "Anger wastes calories, I have to save the calories for the ribs." She was silent for two seconds then burst out laughing. "Giang Niem An, you are more cruel than I thought." Not cruel. Which is not worth it. A family that only gives me thirty-five hundred yuan every month is not worth even a single tear for me to shed. One month later. By the date the second amount must be deposited into the account. Since morning I started checking the banking app. Ten o'clock in the morning, no. Twelve o'clock noon, no. Three o'clock in the afternoon, no. Eight o'clock in the evening. Still no. I called the other lawyer Tran. "Lawyer Tran, today is the day the second payment must be deposited into the account." The other party was silent for a long time before saying: "Miss Giang, this matter... General Director Chu told me to convey that his side is indeed having capital problems, hoping to delay it for a week." My fingers holding the phone tightened slightly. "Lawyer Tran, in the agreement, it is written for three months divided into three installments, not four months, nor five months. Before twelve noon tomorrow, if the money has not been in your account, my lawyer will contact you."I hung up the phone. Then took out the business card To Tieu sent. Luc Hanh Chu. I called. The bell rang twice and someone heard it. The other person's voice was deep and clear: "Luc Hanh Chu." "Hello lawyer Luc, I'm Giang Niem An, introduced by To Tieu." He said: "To Tieu mentioned you. Dispute implementing the divorce agreement?" "Yes." He said: "Send the agreement to me, come to the office tomorrow at ten o'clock to discuss." "Okay." Hanging up the phone, I leaned on the sofa, lowered my head to look at my slightly protruding lower abdomen. It's been sixteen weeks. The belly is starting to get a little difficult to hide. Sweatshirts can still cover, but after another month you will have to wear a larger size. Chu Han Vu did not know the existence of the two children. Phuong Thuc Cam also doesn't know. Quy Nhu didn't even know. This is my trump card. If I haven't reached the end, I won't fight out. But if Chu Han Vu forces me to step forward

road of despair. I don't mind letting him know what I personally threw away. 【Chapter 4】 At ten o'clock the next morning, I arrived at Duc Hanh Law Office on time. The receptionist led me into a meeting room. Three minutes later, the door opened. The person who walked in was younger than I expected. About thirty years old, tall and thin, wearing black-rimmed glasses, dark gray shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Luc Hanh Chu put the file on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. Without chatting, he directly raised his hand: "Show me the agreement." I gave you the printed divorce agreement. He took it and flipped through it very quickly. When he turned to the last page, he frowned slightly. Then he raised his head and looked at me. "This agreement was drafted very poorly." I said: "It was drafted by his lawyer." He tapped lightly on the table: "Article seven, the liability clause when violating payment obligations is unclear. It only states that payment must be made on time, but does not state the rate of fine for violation and the path to enforcement after violation." I understand. That means if Chu Han Vu insists on not paying, I want to go the legal route which will be quite troublesome. He turned the page back to the front and took a look, then said: "But the problem is not big. The agreement has been signed by both parties, the payment obligation is clear. If he refuses to pay, we can directly ask the court to enforce it."