Chapter 6 — Forcing My Mother to Sleep on the Sofa, Do You Think I Will Resist?

I calmly took photos of all the defamatory posts, saved the IDs of those accounts, and collected every sentence and every word. Then I contacted a lawyer. We directly sued for slander, dragging the most active accounts and Ly Thuy Phuong to court. At the same time, I was able to trace her money transfer transaction to the "middleman". Full evidence. Indisputable. The second trial took place in criminal court. When she received a new summons and knew she could be fined and detained for slander, Ly Thuy Phuong was completely dumbfounded. And at the divorce trial... Tran Minh acted all sorts of things, so ugly that he had nothing to cover up. Faced with each piece of evidence that lawyer Truong presented, Tran Minh was completely confused. He spoke incoherently, front and back did not match, cold sweat soaked the back of his shirt. Then he turned to emotions. Standing in front of the court, he shed tears, told me how much he loved me, said he was just temporarily confused, influenced by his mother, begged me to forgive, asked me to give this "family" a chance. That clumsy drama, every sentence and every word that was fake, made me want to vomit. I looked at him, my eyes cold. Like watching a clown perform a trick. Lawyer Truong did not give him a chance to continue acting. He played the recording of me reporting to the police right in court. In it, Tran Minh's voice was filled with violence:

“What do you want to do?”

Along with the sound of furniture being broken, it echoed clearly in the solemn space of the courtroom. Immediately afterwards, lawyer Truong submitted more evidence that Tran Minh hid a huge credit card debt from before the marriage. One stroke at a time. Hit it straight in. Hit him until he has nothing left to use. Tran Minh sat slumped in the defendant's chair, his face as gray as ash. Ly Thuy Phuong sat down, so angry that her face turned white. Several times she tried to rush up and cause trouble, but was stopped by the judicial police. She could only sit there glaring, like a caged animal. The judge looked at Tran Minh, his eyes full of disgust, his voice carrying a clear warning - don't continue to waste judicial resources, don't intentionally cause meaningless trouble. That moment, I knew. I won. The day the results came out, the sun was very beautiful. The court's verdict, like late justice, finally fell into my hands. The results make people breathe a sigh of relief. The court approved Tran Minh and I to divorce. The house that I put all my effort into buying belongs entirely to me. Not only did Tran Minh have to pay a significant amount of compensation for mental damage, but he also had to repay all the expenses I paid for him after the marriage, along with the debt he had hidden. Most importantly — Due to the obvious signs of violence and sustained harassment, the court issued a personal safety order. Prohibit Tran Minh and Ly Thuy Phuong from approaching, contacting or harassing me and my mother - Vuong Tu Lan - in any form for six months. Ly Thuy Phuong's slander case also ended. She was fined thirty thousand yuan and had to publish a public apology in the local newspaper for three consecutive days. For someone who values face as life, it was like a fatal blow. On the day of sentencing, mother and son collapsed right in court. Tran Minh pointed his finger at me and cursed, used all the cruelest words, and was finally forcibly taken out of the courtroom. Ly Thuy Phuong collapsed fell to the ground, crying like he had lost his mind, completely lacking any of the energy from the day before. Just stood there, calmly watching. Not a ripple. It's all over. I'm... free. Stepping out of the court gate, my mother was waiting. She saw me, immediately walked over and hugged me, her eyes red.

“Van Van… it's over… everything is over…”

I hugged her back, feeling the familiar warmth, and nodded slightly. My phone vibrates continuously. Messages from friends and colleagues. They congratulated and praised me for my determination and strength, saying I was the role model they admired. I open social networks. Take a photo of the property judgment and protective order. Post a post. Just three words.

“Free now.”