Chapter 7 — Hiding 500,000 Bonus, I Made My Husband Leave Empty

He looked at me smugly. It's like finally finding a way to live. Mother-in-law and Tran Dinh immediately grabbed a lifeline like drowning people.

"That's right!"

“There's still money to pay for a house!”

“These past few years, we have paid money from the Tran family!”

“My son cannot spend so many years paying the mortgage!”

Look at the faces of their entire family changing from white to black. I breathed a sigh of relief again. This is Tran Hao's final trump card. This card has been in my mind for a long time. I said nothing. Just turned around and walked to the TV cabinet. Open the bottom drawer. Take out a file. Then from inside pulled out a document.

“Are you talking about this?”

I put the documents in front of him. Tran Hao frowned and received it. But as soon as he saw the title clearly on the page... His hands immediately shook violently. It was a copy: 《Property Agreement During Marriage》 Black letters on white paper. It couldn't be clearer.

"Apartment No. 1202, Building 1, Gia Hoa area was purchased by party A (Chu Tinh) before the marriage. All loans arising after the marriage are paid by party A's personal account. Ownership of the apartment and the entire added value of this real estate belong to party A's personal property, not related to party B (Tran Hao)."

Below the text. It's mine and his signature. With two bright red fingerprints. Signing day... It was the day before we registered our marriage. Tran Hao's face was as white as a sheet of paper. He held the agreement in his hand. It's like holding a red-hot iron bar.

“No way…”

He muttered.

“This thing…you clearly…”

“You obviously thought you destroyed it, right?”

I calmly finished his unfinished sentence. When we were about to get married. My parents made a request. If you want to get married, you can. But you must sign this property agreement. At that time, Tran Hao agreed very quickly. Extremely sincere expression. He once held my hand and swore affectionately:

“I love you, but not your house.”

After signing. The agreement is made in two copies. My parents kept an original. There's the remaining version. I conveniently put it in my file bag at home. Then there was one time. I accidentally saw Tran Hao sneaking in the office. In front of him is a shredder. At that time, I silently paid attention. Wait for him to leave. I immediately checked my file bag. The property agreement has disappeared. I don't make a fuss. Didn't ask a single question. Just quietly took the original that my parents were keeping and brought it home. Then put it in a place... But he won't be able to find it for the rest of his life.

“I think I did it perfectly.”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“You think I know nothing.”

“Tran Hao.”

“You look down on me too much.”

I stopped for a moment. The corners of his lips curled up into a cold smile.

“I think too highly of myself.”

The agreement in his hand fell to the ground. The white paper flew away. Also him. It's like having your spine pulled out. Completely collapsed. Mother-in-law immediately rushed to pick it up. She is not very literate. I can only ask impatiently:

“Son!”

“What is this?”

“It's fake, right?”

Tran Hao did not answer. He just looked at me. There was surprise in those eyes. And there's... He knows. Card I finally lost it. This chess game. He lost until there was no way back.

“Chu Tinh...”

He finally opened his mouth. His voice trembled to the point of distortion.

“Consider me good.”

He walked to the tea table. Pick up the pen. My hand trembled so violently that I could barely hold it.

“But the baby…”

“You are my son.”

“I can't give it to you.”

“Chu Tinh, you can't be so cruel.”

“At least…”

“At least you have to leave the child with me.”

I looked at him. Look at the man who, until the last minute, still wanted to use his son as a bargaining chip. I laughed.

"Boy?"

“Tran Hao.”

“Did you forget something again?”

My words just ended. His signature movement immediately stopped. He raised his head. Looking at me confused. I took out my phone. Open a recording file. Then press play. A child's immature voice rang out. It's Dau Dau. Our son.

"Dad, when are you coming home? Dau Dau misses you so much."

Right after that. Tran Hao's impatient voice rang out.

"Okay, okay! Don't bother me anymore! I'm playing a game! Go find your mother!"

In the recording. Dau Dau asked in a low voice:

"Dad, the teacher said there's a family sports festival this weekend. Can you come with me?"

“Don't go!”

“Dad, I don't have time!”

“Tell your mother to come with you!”