Chapter 4 — Marriage Costs 600,000 Yuan

I'm useless. Lawyer Tran cleared his throat.

"Miss On, divorce litigation is not the place to vent emotions. Even if there are mistakes in the marriage, it does not mean you have the right to claim all the assets."

“I never said I wanted everything.”

I looked at Tham Quyet.

“I just want my share.”

Tham Quyet was silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter. That smile made my heart sink.

“Wen Duong, are you forgetting something?”

He said:

“We signed a prenuptial agreement.”

Of course I remember. A week before the wedding, Tham Quyet brought a stack of documents. He said his mother was concerned about property so he wanted me to sign for peace of mind, it was just a formality. At that time we were busy preparing for the wedding. I tried on the wedding dress until my heels tore. Wedding ring resized twice. The hotel suddenly changed the lobby. The wedding candy ordered was 30 pieces short. He hugged me and said:

"Duong Duong, I just want my mother to feel secure. From now on, we will be family, these papers will not affect anything."

Didn't even read it carefully. While signing, he leaned down and gently kissed my forehead.

“Thank you for believing in me.”

Now that I think about it... That kiss probably wasn't touching. It's about celebration. Celebrate because I personally signed my way out. Tham Quyet took out a photocopy from his briefcase. On the cover it clearly states:

“Premarital property agreement.”

He placed it in front of me, his voice cruelly calm.

“You just keep making trouble.”

“But legally… you can't get much.”

I stared at that agreement. Finally understood why Chu Kieu dared to walk in the door last night. Because this matter was not accidentally exposed. They have been planning for a long time. I don't have children. The studio is losing money. I once signed a prenuptial agreement. They calculated that I had retreated too far into this marriage. Back to the point where... Once kicked out, it will be very difficult to get back on your feet. Tham Quyet leaned back.

“Wen Tang, 3,000,000 yuan plus a house…”

“That's the honor I gave you.”

I raised my head to look at him.

“Should I thank you then?”

He didn't reply. But the look on his face clearly says: You better be reasonable. I picked up the divorce agreement. Then rip. The sound of tearing paper rang out especially loudly in the living room. Lawyer Tran's face changed: I didn't stop. Each page is folded in half and then torn again. Finally, I placed the pile of scraps of paper on the tea table.

“The Judge.”

I looked straight at him.

“You said legally I can't get much.”

“Then let the law see for itself.”

He stared at me, his eyes cold.

“You will regret it.”

I stood up.

"No."

“Because the thing that makes me regret the most…”

“It happened a long time ago.”

After the lawyer left, Tham Quyet did not stay. The house immediately became quiet. Before leaving, he left only one sentence:

“Just calm down for a few days.”

I didn't ask where he was going. Actually, there's no need to ask. 7-unit building, 1802, Phi Thuy Loan area, south of the city. Now someone there is pregnant with his son. There was someone waiting to drink the pregnancy nourishment soup that he had arranged. Someone has finished measuring the size of the children's room. Of course he had to go there. I sat alone in the living room until it was completely dark. Ms. Ly was in the kitchen cleaning Flat, very light movements. She tried to make herself seem like she didn't exist. But the softer she was... The clearer I heard. I stood up and went to the kitchen. Ms. Ly turned her back to me and was cleaning the kitchen.

“When did Chu Kieu start drinking the soup you cooked?”

Her hands shook, the towel fell into the sink.

“Don't call me boss.”

I said coldly.

“The person you really consider to be the boss… is not me.”

Ms. Ly's face turned pale.

“I just work for money.”

“Whose money?”

She was speechless. I leaned against the kitchen door.

“How much extra will Tham Quyet pay you?”

"20,000 yuan each month? 30,000 yuan? Or does Chu Kieu also give you a portion?"

Ms. Ly bowed her head, tears suddenly falling.

"My daughter got sick last year... the family is really short of money. Mr. Tham said I only need to help bring the soup, there's no need to worry about anything else."

I watched her cry. There was almost no ripple in my heart. Everyone living in this world has their own difficulties. But not all difficulties... can be used as a reason for betrayal.