Chapter 16 — Don't tease your wife

I picked up the phone without saying anything. The other end of the line laughed first. "Phuong Anh Tuyet, do you think you can stop me by finding a piece of paper?" I recognized Ha Thua An's voice. His voice hissed through gritted teeth, holding back his undisguised hatred. I said: "Now every word you say can be included in the lawsuit." He smiled faintly. "Stop scaring me." "I have injuries." "I have medical records." "I'm seriously injured, everyone will side with the weak." I asked him: "Which hospital did the medical records come from?" He stopped. I continued: "Is that the paper issued one month before marriage registration?" The other end of the line suddenly went silent. A moment later, he gritted his teeth and said: "Tham Man went to find you." I didn't reply. His voice suddenly became sinister. "Phuong Anh Tuyet, do you think she's clean?" "That year she also received money from my family." "If she dares to show her face, I'll let her die with me." The phone was disconnected. Almost at the same time, Thieu Ninh's phone screen lit up. She glanced, her expression changed. This is the response from the outpatient clinic. The so-called documents proving emotional control disorder were not created by the main treating doctor. I looked up at her. Thieu Ninh said slowly. "The signature is fake." 15 The moment the words "the signature is fake" were spoken, the whole hospital room was so quiet that you could clearly hear the beeping of the machines. My mother covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock. Tham Man sat on the chair, her face even paler than before. She muttered: “No wonder.” No wonder every time he used it to threaten her, he would show her the photocopy. No wonder when she went to ask the hospital, they said it must have been requested by the person concerned, at that time she was too scared to investigate further. Thieu Ninh saved the message, then contacted the doctor to confirm whether he was willing to issue an explanation or not. The doctor seemed very cautious. But he said, if the police or court requests to extract the records, he will declare the truth. I nodded. That's enough. A fake is not afraid of hiding it. I'm afraid no one will tear it apart. At eight o'clock in the evening, the Order of Protection was served. The police arrived at Ha Thua An's hospital room. He is not allowed to harass me and my parents, is not allowed to go near my father's hospital room, is not allowed to incite others to follow and bother him, and is not allowed to continue posting defamatory information online. When Thieu Ninh read the order to me, my mother finally sat down on the chair. These past few days she has always been in a state of tension. Only at this moment did her shoulders sag. I walked over and hugged my mother. She patted my back and said: "Anh Tuyet, now I know that obeying the law is also to protect yourself." I said: "Yes." "But the rules must make the bad guys feel pain, so they can remember." That night, Ha Thua An did not send any more messages. Ma Thuc Mai also did not appear at the hospital. But I know, this is just the calm before the big storm. The next morning, divorce mediation was scheduled in the court's mediation room. Thieu Ninh came with me. Tham Man also came. She volunteered to be a filing witness. Before leaving the house, she put on very light makeup, but her hand kept clutching the handle of her bag. I asked her if she was scared. She said she was afraid. But she is even more afraid that in the future she will have to see another woman follow her same path. I looked at her and suddenly saw that we were not two women who had been hurt. We are the two swords finally pulled out of the mud. In the mediation room, Ha Thua An was present. His shoulder was still wearing a bandage, his face was still covered in gauze, but his whole body looked much darker than the day of the livestream. Ma Thuc

Mai sat next to him, her eyes were puffy, her lips pursed tightly. As soon as she saw Tham Man, her face immediately changed. "What are you doing here?" Tham Man did not answer. She sat behind me, her back straight. The mediator asks both sides to present their wishes first. As soon as Ha Thua An opened her mouth, she confirmed that she would not divorce. He said marriage is not a joke. He said I was too stubborn, as long as I returned home, he could forgive me for hitting him. Ma Thuc Mai immediately followed. She said that people in the same family close their doors to each other. How can husband and wife live together to avoid having dishes and chopsticks get out of order? She said again that she was old and could only complain, not worthy of being forced to this step by a child or grandchild. I quietly listened to everything. Then he said: "I am determined to divorce." The mediator asked if there was still a possibility of reconciliation. I replied: “No.” Ha Thua An's face immediately darkened. He lowered his voice and mumbled: "Phuong Anh Tuyet, don't regret it." Thieu Ninh immediately turned his eyes towards the mediator. "Please note, he just made a threat." Ha Thua An gritted his teeth and fell silent. Next, his representative took out a stack of documents. Inside was his disability certificate, a list of treatment costs, and a paper proving he had an emotional control disorder.