Chapter 4 — Electricity Bill 380 Numbers, Revealing a Marriage

The next day, at noon, Chu Nam asked me to meet at a coffee shop near her law office. I brought all the prepared documents with me. She looked at every single thing, from the property's access history, smart door lock data, bank statements to photos taken in the wedding house. After watching, she was silent for nearly half a minute, then raised her head to look at me, her voice slowing down.

“This house, the deposit is from your pre-marital assets, right?”

“Yes, 2,300,000 yuan is my money, and 500,000 yuan is given by my parents.”

“Is there a transfer document?”

“You pay the loan every month yourself?”

“Yes, deducted directly from my salary account.”

“Did he ever put any money in?”

“Not even a penny.”

Chu Nam nodded, his eyes became clearer.

“Then this house is, legally, one hundred percent your personal property.”

“Does he have the right to demand a share?”

"No, the deposit is pre-marital assets plus gifts from parents, the loan is paid by you yourself, the red book only records your name, he doesn't have any rights."

I nodded.

“So can I change the name?”

“Of course, you are the sole owner, you can sell, donate or transfer it if you want, without his consent.”

Chu Nam looked at me, slightly raised his eyebrows.

“What are you going to do next?”

“Not alarmed yet.”

I took out the notebook, four lines were already written on it. Collect all evidence. Transfer house to mother's name. Prepare divorce petition. Choose the right time. Chu Nam finished reading and smiled lightly.

“You're calmer than I thought.”

“Not calm.”

I looked straight at her.

“I don't want him to benefit.”

The next week, I took action. Regarding evidence, I went to the housing management board to ask for the entire access history of apartment 1402 in the last three months, printed out in full. I took a screenshot of the smart door lock data and saved it, printed a detailed bank statement, and each amount transferred to Lam Duyet was clearly marked. I also do one more thing. I contacted the security captain of the Cam Vien area, using the reason that I suspected someone was entering or exiting my house, so I wanted to see the hallway camera. He showed me the recording within a week. The image is very clear. Tran Vi and Lam Duyet walked in and out of the elevator hand in hand. There was a part in the afternoon when he carried food and she held his arm. There was a part in the morning where the two of them left the house together. There is a scene where Lam Duyet wears pajamas and walks him to the elevator door, stands on tiptoe and kisses him on the cheek. I copied the entire video. As for Lam Duyet, Chu Nam helped me investigate further. The results… were more interesting than I thought. Lam Duyet owns a milk tea shop near the university area, with registered capital of 200,000 yuan, which is my "house repair" money. But the business is not good, the last half year has started to lose money, and in the last three months she has been constantly looking for a transferee. Chu Nam also discovered that on Lam Duyet's social network, there was a man who interacted very intimately. Not Tran Vi. It's someone else. ID name is “A Kiet”. The two of them commented back and forth with sentences like "baby", "miss you", "see you tonight".

“Who is this A Kiet?”

Chu Nam scrolled through his phone, reviewing photos.

“I checked, Vuong Kiet, twenty-eight years old, freelance, bought a BMW 3 Series last year, paid directly.”

“Pay it straight?” I laughed lightly.

“A freelancer buys a car and pays for it straight… where does the money come from?”

“Also,” Zhou Nam said, “Lam Duyet's cash flow shows that in addition to 5,000 yuan per month from Chen Wei and about 200,000 yuan, she transferred a significant portion to Vuong Kiet.”

“What do you mean…”

Chu Nam looked at me, his voice frank.

"Your husband takes care of the third child, and the third child raises his boyfriend."

“And that money… was originally yours.”

I sat there, suddenly feeling that everything was so funny that it was almost absurd. Tran Vi thought he had real love. Lam Duyet thought he found an ATM. But the real ATM… is me. My money supports Tran Vi. Tran Vi's money supports Lam Duyet. Lam Duyet's money supports Vuong Kiet. A perfect bloodsucking sequence. The last link... is me.

“The evidence is enough,” Chu Nam said.

"The transfer documents have been prepared for you in my name. When will I go through the procedures?"

“This Friday.”

“Okay, what about the divorce petition?”

“Just write as you like.”

I gave her a piece of paper. There are only two lines. Both parties voluntarily divorced. The property someone keeps. After looking at Chu Nam, he was a bit surprised.

“That's all?”

“You don't ask for compensation?”

I looked at her, my voice was very light.

“He has nothing to compensate.”

"The house is mine, the car I bought, the savings are also in my account."

“He, besides a pile of debt and a mistress… has nothing.”

Chu Nam nodded.

“Okay, I'll take care of you.”

On Friday, I took half a day off. Go to the real estate registration center alone. The procedure took place very quickly. The house was transferred from my name to my mother's name. No need for Tran Vi to sign. No need for Tran Vi to agree. That was originally my home. From start to finish, it's all mine. After completion, I received a new red book. Owner: To Tu Lan. My mother's name. I put both the new and old notebooks in my pocket. Then go to work one last time.