Chapter 8 — Locking my card to leave, I left my husband's family stranded in a seven-star hotel

“Are you still planning to trick me?”

He opened his mouth. But couldn't say a word.

“I ask you one last question.”

I walked to the tea table and picked up the divorce agreement.

“Three years now…”

“Was there even a moment when you really considered me your wife, not your ATM?”

He stood still, his lips moving slightly.

“To Niem, I…”

“Forget it.”

I gave him the agreement.

“No need to answer anymore.”

“The house is mine.”

“The car is mine.”

“The online shop is mine.”

“I can't take anything away.”

“And the debt of 138,000 yuan you borrowed from your friend to pay for the hotel in Sanya... has nothing to do with me.”

“I can't do that!”

He suddenly raised his voice.

"We've been married for three years, and in the end I don't get anything?"

“I'm asking you one last time.”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“Have you ever put a single penny into this house?”

Tran Phong was speechless.

“I asked you.”

I put the pen down in front of him.

“Sign or not?”

“I didn't sign.”

Tran Phong picked up the divorce agreement and threw it hard on the tea table.

“If you want a divorce, that's fine, but you have to compensate me.”

“Three years of my youth, 500,000 yuan.”

I laughed.

“500,000 yuan?”

“Are all your years worth 500,000 yuan?”

“Do you know how many opportunities I have given up because of this family?”

“What do you give up?”

I looked at him.

“A month's salary is 8,000 yuan, three years without a single dollar increase.”

“Every day I come home from work on time to play games, I've never done a single day of housework.”

“What do you give up?”

He pointed at me, his hands shaking with anger.

“Tran Phong.”

My voice is very light. But every word is clear.

“This agreement is the last bit of dignity I have for you.”

"You leave empty-handed, I won't prosecute your affair."

"Nor will I prosecute the 483,700 yuan your mother took from me over the past three years."

“But if you don't sign…”

I looked straight at him.

“We'll meet in court.”

“At that time, proof of your adultery…”

“Proof that your mother spent money maliciously…”

“Proof that you sent someone to spam bad reviews on my shop…”

“Proof that you contacted the supplier to cut off my supply…”

“I will pay the whole thing.”

“What do you think the judge will say?”

Tran Phong's face was pale. He stood there, like a log with its spine stripped clean. I put the pen down next to the agreement, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

“I give you three days to think.”

“After three days if you still don't sign…”

“A lawyer's letter will turn into a lawsuit.”

I closed the bedroom door. It was silent outside for a long time. Then I heard the sound of a pen nib rubbing against paper. Then there was the sound of the door opening. I walked out. On the tea table, the last page of the divorce agreement was signed by Tran Phong. The pen was lying on the floor, clearly thrown by him. I bent down and picked up the pen, looking at the signature. The phone suddenly rang. Mother-in-law. This time I picked up the phone. As soon as she opened her mouth, she screamed.

"You forced my son to sign the divorce papers, right?! You cruel woman! Just wait, I won't let you live in peace!"

"Do you think divorce is over? I tell you, the debt you owe the Tran family will not be able to be repaid in this lifetime!"

“Aunt Trinh.”

This is the first time I called her that.

“From now on, the Tran family and I no longer have anything any other relationship."

“The story of my son's affair.”

“The story of my daughter-in-law spamming bad reviews of my shop.”

“The matter of your youngest son cutting off my supply.”

“I have all the evidence.”

“If you continue to harass me…”

“I will post it all online.”

"The Tran family in the countryside still wants to keep their face or not, I will consider for myself."

The other end of the line immediately went silent.

“Oh also.”

I coldly added.

“A debt of 138,000 yuan in Sanya, the hotel has already entrusted a lawyer to collect it.”

“The person who signed is my son.”

“It has nothing to do with me.”

I hung up. Outside the window, sunset is slowly falling. I stood on the balcony, looking at the whole city dyed in golden light. The phone lights up again. It's a message from Phuong Vien.

“Aaaaa so great!!! Let's go eat hot pot tonight to celebrate!!!”

I laughed, bowed my head and texted back: I returned to the living room, carefully placed the signed agreement in the file, and placed it with all the previous evidence. Going to do the procedure tomorrow. start a new life. I opened my laptop. The shop just popped up a new message in the order management system..