Chapter 3 — My Husband's Secretary Announced Pregnancy

Lam Uyen stood at the door, still holding the posture of pressing the bell. She looked at me, then looked over my shoulder into the living room, where Tram Mac and his parents were standing. Her face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Sister… Ms. To?” Her voice trembled, her eyes panicked like a frightened deer. "I... I went to the wrong house."

Having finished speaking, she turned around and tried to run away.

“Don't be in a hurry to leave.”

I reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. Wrists were cold and still shaking. I pulled her inside, then with a "bang", slammed the door shut.

“Secretary Lam, since we've arrived, why are we in a hurry to leave?” I smiled at her, led her to the middle of the living room, so that she was completely exposed to everyone's eyes. "Tram Mac, why don't you introduce yourself to your parents?"

Tram Mac's lips moved, but still could not utter a word. He glared at me, his eyes filled with hatred mixed with fear. The mother-in-law has recovered from the shock. She rushed in front of Lam Uyen, pointed straight at her nose, and cursed loudly: "You shameless fox! You seduced my son, right? You dare to come to my door!" Lam Uyen was scolded so much that she trembled and tears immediately flowed out. She reflexively turned to look at Tram Mac, her eyes full of help.

"Auntie, it's not, it's not what you think..." she cried and argued. "It's Tram Mac... he called me, he said Ms. To wasn't at home..."

This statement is like a barrel of oil, immediately poured straight into a burning fire.

“Do you still dare to argue?” The mother-in-law was so angry that her whole body trembled and she raised her hand to strike.

"Mom!" I spoke up to stop.

All eyes immediately turned to me. I walked up to Lam Uyen and looked down at her from above. She was very young, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, her skin was smooth, her eyes carried a cocky intelligence.

“Secretary Lam, stop crying.” I pulled a tissue from the tea table and gave it to her. "Don't you have something fun to announce? Everyone is here now, say it."

Lam Uyen timidly received the tissue, wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen, then seemed to gather all her courage, raised her head to look at my parents-in-law, and knelt to the ground with a "thump" sound.

"Uncle, aunt, I'm sorry for you two! I'm sorry for sister To! But Tram Mac and I truly love each other! I... I'm pregnant, it's Tram Mac's child!"

She cried as she spoke, not forgetting to place her hand on her flat stomach. A real explosion rang out in the living room.

"You vixen! You still dare to accept it!" The mother-in-law was so angry that she almost fainted. She pointed at her face and her fingers trembled.

Her father-in-law's face was also dark, he didn't say a word, he just sat down heavily on the sofa, his chest heaving violently. Tram Mac finally reacted. He shot towards me like an arrow — not towards Lam Uyen, but me.

“To Thanh!” His eyes were red, he looked like a cornered wild animal. "You're satisfied, right? You're making this house so chaotic, are you happy?"

“I'm happy?” I looked at him, feeling extremely ridiculous. "Tram Mac, the one who betrayed the marriage and got someone pregnant is you. Now you're turning to question me?"

"I do not have!" He screamed. "It's all because of her! She seduced me! I'm not even sure if that baby is mine! To Thanh, believe me, the person I love is you!"

Just said, He just wanted to hold my hand, his face full of remorse and affection. That's right... acting too well. I took a step back, avoiding his touch.

"Tram Mac, if you say those words now, don't you think it's too late?" I looked at him coldly. “Besides, do you think I would believe it?”

Lam Uyen, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned when she heard those words and raised her head to look at him in horror. "Tram Mac, how can you say that? You once said you would divorce her, then marry me! You said the person you love is me!"

“You shut up!” Tram Mac turned his head and shouted loudly. "When did I say those words? Stop making up stories about harming me!"

"You..." Lam Uyen was so angry that her throat choked, this time tears really fell.

A drama with all the levels: husband denying guilt, daughter-in-law crying, mother-in-law scolding her - is being performed in my living room. And I, like a bystander, stood silently watching. Wait until they've cried enough, screamed enough, and cursed enough, then I speak up.

“Are you done yet?”

My voice wasn't loud, but it immediately silenced the whole room. I walked to the tea table and picked up the brown file.

"Tram Mac, just now you said I slandered you, said you didn't know about her pregnancy, said the baby might not be yours." I made a "pop" sound and put the file on the table.

“So do you dare, in front of your parents, repeat those words verbatim?”

I looked straight into his eyes, pressing every word. His throat slid up and down, cold sweat running from his temple to his cheek. He looked at the file as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes filled with terror. Because he knows — in there, is something that can nail him to a pole of humiliation for life.

“I…” He opened his mouth, but no complete sentences came out.

I laughed.

“Don't you dare anymore?” I opened the file for him, pulled out a stack of papers, and threw them on the floor right in front of him.

Papers were scattered everywhere. The first sheet is a pregnancy ultrasound card. In the black and white image, a small gestational sac is clearly visible. The name clearly states: Lam Uyen. Examination date: this afternoon.

"Secretary Lam, because he wanted to share the joy with you right away, even took a photo of the ticket and sent it to you." I said leisurely. "It's just a shame, I was taking a shower at the time, so I couldn't see it."

Then I bent down and picked up a few more papers.

“Here are your plane tickets and hotel reservations last month in Sanya — five days and four nights, double room.”

“This is the receipt for the Van Cleef & Arpels necklace I bought for her at Tan Quang Shopping Center two months ago — thirteen thousand yuan, swipe my supplementary card.”

“Oh, and this.” I picked up the last sheet, which was a bank statement.

"Three months ago, you transferred fifty thousand yuan from the company account to her personal account. You told me it was a payment to an important customer. Tram Mac, your 'customer' is really important."

Every time I said a word, Tram Mac's face turned a little whiter. The faces of her parents-in-law also gradually became extremely unsightly. Lam Uyen stopped crying, she looked at the papers on the ground, a glint of pride and satisfaction flashed in her eyes. In her eyes, that was proof of Tram Mac's love. Tram Mac's whole body trembled, he looked at me like he was looking at a devil devil.

“You… you investigated me?”

"Are not." I shook my head, correcting his words. "I just, before taking back what belongs to me, want to take stock of how much I've lost."

I looked at him, also at the two dumbfounded grandparents, and finally, my eyes stopped at Lam Uyen's stomach.

"Now, if people have it, the evidence also exists."

“Tram Mac, do you still plan to continue acting?”