Chapter 18 — I Can't Be Patient Anymore

The call ended. I open WeChat. The Chu family group exploded. Dozens of unread messages jumped up, I clicked on them, each sentence and each word seemed to be hitting the person in the face right in the face.

"You're so rude! You dare to break something worth 30,000,000 yuan. Who do you think you are?"

"Chu Minh had an affair and still transferred assets? Our Chu family has lost all face!"

"Uyen Thanh is such a good child and yet you guys treat her like that, do you still have a conscience?"

“Chu Dinh, you are no good, now your husband wants a divorce, you deserve it!”

The mother-in-law sent a recording, her voice trembling:

"That's not true... everyone, listen to my explanation... it's Lam Uyen Thanh who looks down on us... that vase is a fake..."

Immediately rejected.

"What are you pretending to be? The appraisal certificate from the Imperial Palace is still there!"

“Everyone watched the livestream, it was you who beat them and even cursed at other people's mothers, you really don't have any morals left!”

"Where is Chu Minh? Where are you hiding? Dare to do it but don't dare to admit it?"

Chu Minh did not speak. I quit the group. No need to watch anymore. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I took the divorce agreement with me and went to the door of the registration office. Chu Minh was standing there. He looked like he had aged several years overnight, his hair was tangled, his eyes were bloodshot, his vest was wrinkled, and his whole body had a feeling of exhaustion. He saw me, stepped closer, his eyes were so complicated that even he couldn't hide them, mixed with hatred, fear, and a bit of pitiful pleading.

“Uyen Thanh… do we really have no chance left?”

“Do you think it's still there?”

I asked again. Then bring out the agreement. He took it, flipped through the pages, his hands visibly shaking. When he saw the terms "the house belongs to the female side" and "compensation of 500,000 yuan", he suddenly raised his head.

“The house has part of my parents' money!”

“The sales contract and payment documents are all in my name, the money is transferred from my account.”

I speak clearly.

"Your parents once gave 200,000 yuan, saying it was a bride price, then my parents added 300,000 yuan, and they have already returned it to your family. Do you need me to show you a statement?"

He choked on his words.

“So the car… I still drive every day!”

“The car was paid for largely by my parents and is in my name.”

I looked at him.

“If you want to keep it, okay, give me back half at the market price.”

“Lin Uyen Thanh!”

He gritted his teeth.

“Do you really have no feelings left?”

“Love?”

I looked straight into his eyes.

"When you went to bed with Trieu Thien, did you think about it? When you were planning to kick me out and let her move in, did you think about it? When you transferred money, wanting me to leave empty-handed, did you think about it?"

Chu Minh was silent. Grip the paper so tightly that it distorts.

“It's okay not to sign.”

I took out my phone and opened a photo of the evidence.

“Then I'll send this to the economic investigation department, 287,000 yuan, enough to file a case, do you think the company will protect you?”

His face was pale.

“Do you… really want to do it to this extent?”

“Sign, or not sign?”

I looked at the clock.

"I'll give you three minutes. After three minutes, if I haven't received the signature, I will report it to the police."

I sat down on the bench next to it. Don't look at him anymore. Time passes. Chu Minh stood there, like a statue, his eyes torn between choice and despair, in the end, everything collapsed. Two minutes and fifty seconds. He stepped forward. The voice was so hoarse that it was almost soundless. I gave him the pen. He took the pen, his hand shaking almost to the point of shaking I couldn't keep it, each line was heavy as if I was cutting my life into pieces. After signing, he threw the pen and agreement back to me, turned around and left, without hesitation, without hesitation, as if he was running away from his own consequences. He stopped, but did not turn around.

“The baby in Trieu Thien's belly, how do you plan to handle it?”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“Yes, it's unrelated.”

I said, my voice very light.

"But let me remind you, you still have to pay alimony. With your current situation... do you think you can handle it?"

His back stopped for a moment. Then he walked faster, not once turning around. I stood there, watching that back disappear around the corner, then bent down to look at the agreement in my hand, looking at the name that had just been signed with all despair. I have been looking at these two words for three years. Used to feel warm before. Now only irony remains. I folded it up, put it away, and walked inside. The divorce procedure was done very quickly, the staff had probably seen the news so they recognized me, their eyes flashed a bit of sympathy, but they didn't ask anything else. Half an hour later, I held the divorce certificate and walked out. The small red book that used to be small has now changed into a dark red book. Three years of marriage. Ends here. The sunlight was a bit bright, I raised my hand to cover it, as if to hide the memory that had just been torn apart. The phone vibrates. It's lawyer Truong.