Chapter 10 — My Husband Wants AA, I'm Thinking About Divorce

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. His voice suddenly changed.

“Lam Niem So, have you thought about it carefully?”

“Divorce me, what do you get?”

“I can't take it home.”

“My salary is not necessarily enough to support myself.”

“Do you think it's easy to live in society?”

“Are you sure?”

“What do you mean?”

“My income is probably not what you think.”

He said nothing more. I hung up. The lawyer's letter was sent on time. Trieu Tung Nha composed very clearly. Asset division plan. Proof of deposit to buy a house. Post-marriage installment contribution rate. Claim compensation for family labor. The same evening I received the letter. Tran Khai Chu called me six times in a row. I didn't pick up any calls. Early the next morning. Ms. Luu Que Phuong called.

“Lam Niem So, do you still feel ashamed?”

“What's the deal with sending a lawyer's letter home so that others can see it?”

“How much do you want to blackmail my son?”

“Say a number straight!”

I hung up. Then drag her number to the block list. Afternoon. Trieu Tung Nha sent a message.

“The other side has not hired a lawyer yet.”

“It seems they thought you were just threatening.”

“Do you want to add more pressure?”

“Understood.”

“I will file a request for asset preservation measures.”

“First lock the house transaction.”

"Avoid situations where they try to interfere with ownership."

“One more thing.”

"She once said her mother-in-law called to discuss forcing her to leave home and find a new partner for her husband."

“You just wrote that content down in your notebook, didn't record it, right?”

“I didn't have time to record that day.”

Trieu Tung Nha quickly responded:

“It's okay.”

“What was recorded immediately after the incident still has reference value.”

“But if they continue to contact you or make similar statements in the future, remember to keep all the evidence.”

“From now on.”

“Don't miss anything anymore.”

I looked at that message. Smiling softly. Because I know. I won't miss anything.

"No problem."

Trieu Tung Nha replied.

“Some notes are better than nothing.”

"Try to remember who that person named Hong Hong is and what bank he works at. The more details, the better."

“Witness testimony with consistent details will be valuable in court.”

After hanging up. I turned on the computer. Started making the first concept sketch for Co Minh's cultural tourism project. Each pen stroke appears on the screen. For the past four years. The things I draw are always small projects. Menu cover. Public account icon. Advertising posters. But this time is different. The frame is gradually opening up. It's the skyline of an entire city. One week later. Everything has a new change. Tran Vu Vy posted a long article on a local social media platform. The title is:

“The true story of how a sister-in-law forced her mother-in-law to stay at a hotel.”

The words are very touching. Every word deliberately strikes a chord with the elderly.

“Being kicked out of the house in the cold.”

“Tears begged my sister-in-law for a meal.”

“My brother was slapped by his sister-in-law right in front of the whole family.”

When I saw that article. Below there are more than three hundred comments. Most of them are scolding me.

“This kind of woman is truly ungrateful.”

“The mother-in-law came from far away to visit her son but was kicked out of the house. Really cold."

“If you beat your husband, you should be locked up.”

Tham Nhuoc Dong looked at the screenshot and was so angry that he slammed the table.

“Is it made up?”

“Your mother-in-law is staying at a hotel that you all paid for.”

“Why did I get kicked out of the house?”

“It intentionally distorts the truth!”

“Are you going to speak up?”

“Not yet.”

“You're not in a hurry, but I'm in a hurry!”

“Nien Chu, do you know how fast this thing spreads?”

“Everyone's mutual friends saw it.”

“You still have to work in this circle from now on.”

I picked up the phone. Capture the entire post from start to finish. Including all comments. Then save it to the evidence folder. I opened Tran Vu Vy's personal page. Download all posts from the last three months. Every time she mentioned "sister-in-law". Each paragraph describes exaggeration. Each content does not match the facts. I all marked the times. Accompanied by comparison notes. Trieu Tung Nha once said two sentences. First sentence:

“Don't argue with the person online. That was the stupidest thing.”

Second sentence:

“Keep all the evidence. Will use it later.”

When Tran Khai Chu called. The tone clearly revealed impatience.

“Nien So, have you seen Vu Vy's post?”

“I see.”

“He just wants to defend my mother. It's a bit of an exaggeration.”

“I told him to delete it.”

“No need to rush.”

“Just leave it there.”

“Spread as widely as possible.”

He doesn't understand.

“What do you mean?”

“Go to court later.”

“Every word she writes is evidence.”

“Distorting the truth.”

“Malicious slander.”

“Openly defaming the reputation of others.”

“I still have to thank her.”

“Saves me a lot of effort in collecting evidence.”

The other end of the line was silent for a long time. Then came the suppressed voice of Tran Khai Chu.

“After all, are you still my wife?”

“Why did you become like this?”

“You made me like that.”