Chapter 6 — Electricity Bill 380 Numbers, Revealing a Marriage

His face immediately turned pale.

“You… you followed me?”

“I checked my house.”

The doorbell rang. I didn't move. Neither does Tran Vi. Lam Duyet lowered his voice.

“Is it…”

Mother-in-law stood outside. It was clear that Tran Vi had just called her over. I glanced at his hand, the phone was still lit in my palm. Just as I thought. She walked in, looked at me and then at Lam Duyet, without the slightest surprise on her face. She knows. Know it from start to finish. She walked over, blocking Tran Vi's front.

“Why did you come here?”

“This is my home.”

Her voice changed to fake softness.

“If you have something, say it slowly, everyone closes the door and negotiates.”

Then she said something that almost made me laugh.

“It's not easy for this little Tieu Lam girl, she's trying hard all alone—”

“So you let her stay at my house?”

Her face changed for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

"What's your house? Once you get married, it's yours! Vi Vi and I pay in installments—"

“Has he paid a dime?”

“Well… he did give me living expenses!”

“Three thousand.”

I looked straight at her.

"The monthly loan is eighteen thousand, the deposit is two million eight hundred thousand, the house repair fee is two hundred thousand, it's all mine, he contributed three thousand for living expenses."

“That is also a donation!”

She raised her voice.

"If we're husband and wife, the house belongs to both of us! Don't make a big deal out of it!"

There are no relatives to sit on the table at the end of the year feast. But she alone was noisy enough. She turned to me, her eyes cold.

"I don't come home from working overtime all day, the house is cold, Vi Vi is alone and lonely, what if he finds someone to talk to?"

Tran Vi standing next to him finally spoke.

“To Van, you should also look at yourself, do you take work too seriously, do you take care of family matters, I also need someone to take care of me—”

“So I found her.”

“I didn't mean that—”

“In the house I spent five million to buy.”

“You didn't say that—”

“You let her fingerprint you, move in, put sticky notes, hang pictures, sleep in my bed—”

“Shut up!”

The mother-in-law interrupted with a sharp voice.

"Speak kindly! You're always so mean, why doesn't Vi Vi want to talk to you!"

Lam Duyet also opened his mouth at this time, his voice was weak and full of self-pity.

“Miss To, I really didn't know this was your house… Mr. Vi said this was his house…”

Her eyes turned red.

“I am also a victim…”

My mother-in-law blamed me. Tran Vi pushed responsibility. Lam Duyet plays a pitiful role. Each person has their own style, but they are all ridiculously reasonable. As if… the one who was wrong was me. I stood in the middle of the living room. Facing three people. If it were three years ago, I probably would have panicked, cried, argued, and even wondered if I was really wrong. But it's not three years ago anymore. I took out a file from my bag.

“Are you done yet?”

Three people looked at me simultaneously.

“Then it's my turn to speak.”

I opened the file. Pull out the first sheet.

“This is the history of the house's entrances and exits.”

I gave it to my mother-in-law.

"In the last three months, Lam Duyet has been in this house eighty-six times. You say she doesn't know this is my house?"

She bowed her head and looked silent.

“This is the fingerprint data of the door lock.”

I pulled out the second sheet.

"Two fingerprints, entered by Tran Vi, the time was October last year."

I turned to Lam Duyet.

“You don't I know this is my house, so why let him enter your fingerprints for you?”

Lam Duyet moved his lips, but no sound came out. I pulled out the third sheet. An A4 sheet, printed with a bank statement, important numbers are clearly circled in red.

“Every month 5,000 yuan. Three years. A total of 180,000 yuan.”

I gave the paper to Tran Vi, my voice neither fast nor slow.

“This is money from your salary card transferred to Lam Duyet. The tenth day of every month, delivered on time. Your salary is eight thousand, give me three thousand, give her five thousand."

Tran Vi bowed his head and looked. His hands trembled.

“And this.”

I pulled out the fourth sheet.

“September 2023. 200,000 yuan. From your account transfer to Lam Duyet."

I looked straight at him, each word falling clearly.

“This money is the money I gave you to fix the house.”

Tran Vi's face turned gray.

“You told me it was used to redo the storage room.”

“But the result—”

I turned to Lam Duyet.

“It turned into money to open my milk tea shop.”

Lam Duyet's face was also pale.

“You…how do you know…”

“I still know.”

I pulled out the last item. A USB.

“House hallway camera.”

I put it on the tea table, my eyes glanced over the two of them.

“The two of them walked in and out of the elevator hand in hand. She wore pajamas to send him off to work. He brings the food home, you wait at the door."

I looked straight at them.