Chapter 7 — Electricity Bill 380 Numbers, Revealing a Marriage

"Do you want to see it? Or do you all know it yourself?"

The whole room fell into silence. No one said a word. The paper in her mother-in-law's hand fell to the ground. Tran Vi's mouth was open, like a fish lacking water. Lam Duyet tightened the corner of his shirt, his knuckles turned white. I looked at the three of them. Three years ago— when they did these things behind my back, they must have thought I would never know. They are wrong. The atmosphere was silent for about ten seconds. Mother-in-law was the first to react. She coughed softly, her voice was no longer as stiff as before, but she still tried to keep it that way.

“Even… even so…”

She hesitated.

"Vi Vi was wrong, I admit it. But this house is not allowed to be touched!"

“You are legally married, this house is common property—”

“No.”

“I said, no.”

I looked straight at her, my voice clear with every word.

"The deposit is my pre-marital assets plus the money my parents gave me, with a statement and gift certificate. I pay the loan every month myself, with deductions recorded. The red book is in my name only."

“According to the law—this is my personal property, not community property.”

“No way!”

Her voice immediately softened.

"If you're married, the house belongs to both of you!"

“The law does not stipulate that.”

“If you don't believe me, go ask a lawyer.”

The mother-in-law turned to Tran Vi.

"Vi Vi! Say something!"

Tran Vi's face was gray. He finally opened his mouth.

"To Van... I'm wrong about this. But you don't have to..."

“No need for what?”

"There's no need to go to such extremes. We can talk—"

I took something out of my bag. Put it down on the table. A new red book. Tran Vi's eyes immediately stopped, he reached out to take it. Section owner— Not To Van. It's my mother's name. His voice changed color.

“I changed my name?!”

“Three days ago.”

“How could you—”

“My house, I can give it to whoever I want.”

"I don't agree! I haven't signed yet!"

“You don't need me to sign.”

I looked at him, my eyes cold as water.

“I am the sole owner, the transfer only requires me and the recipient to be present.”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Tran Vi's face turned from gray to pale green. He stood up.

“I planned it in advance!”

I don't deny it.

“From the day I knew you brought another woman into my house.”

He choked up. I pulled out the last piece of paper. Put it down on the table. Divorce petition. As soon as those two words fell, the mother-in-law let out a scream. Tran Vi stood still, as if struck by lightning. Lam Duyet curled up in the corner of the sofa. I turned to her.

“Lin Duyet.”

She raised her head, tears still streaming down her face.

“You said you didn't know he was married.”

“You really…”

“March 2022, when you were still working in my company.”

Her lips trembled.

“From that same month, she started receiving 5,000 yuan per month from Chen Wei.”

“At that time, she called me 'Sister To' every day and smiled in front of me every day.”

“You didn't know he was married?”

Lam Duyet was silent.

“Don't you know he is my husband?”

She lowered her head, as if wanting to hide from my gaze.

“Or—you know everything, but you don't care?”

No one spoke up.

“Okay, it's okay if you don't say anything.”

I took out my phone, opened a page, and turned the screen towards her.

“This is your social network.”

Lam Duyet's face immediately changed.

“Do you know this person?”

On the screen is a post, a man He hugged her and stood in front of a white BMW, with a very sweet sentence written on the bottom.

"I bought a new car, congratulations."

"Vuong Kiet. Your boyfriend."

I looked straight at her, my voice as light as the wind.

"It's not Tran Vi. It's another man."

Lam Duyet's face was as white as a sheet of paper. At this time, Tran Vi also saw the photo. His eyes widened.

“What boyfriend?”

He turned sharply to Lam Duyet.

“You have a boyfriend?”

Her lips trembled.

“Wei Wei, it's not what you think—”

“So what?!”

Tran Vi's voice changed completely, no longer the weak evasion he had when facing me. It's the anger of the betrayed. It's interesting. He finally knew what that feeling was.

“I'll help you calculate an amount.”