Chapter 5 — My Husband Wants AA, I'm Thinking About Divorce

I stood outside the door. In my hand, I still held the shirt that was not completely dry. Droplets of water dripped onto the floor. She is still smiling. The tone was cheerful as if discussing the weather. It's like kicking a daughter-in-law out of the house. Or find another woman for your son. Just a small thing not worth worrying about. I retreated to the bedroom. Close the door. On the phone there is still a chat frame this morning with Tran Khai Chu.

“They only stay for a maximum of half a month.”

"Don't do something you regret because of temporary anger."

I turn off the screen. An hour ago. I almost softened. Not now. Saturday afternoon. Tham Nhuoc Dong came to pick me up. Before leaving the house, Tran Khai Chu was making tea for his father in the living room. When Mrs. Luu Que Phuong saw me changing my shoes and getting ready to wear them, she immediately let out a sarcastic comment:

"The housework is piled up, every day I just want to run out."

“The job assignment sheet is posted on the refrigerator.”

I calmly picked up my bag.

"Tran Khai Chu has already signed. My work for today is completed."

Tran Khai Chu's face immediately became unsightly. But he said nothing. Tham Nhuoc Dong gave me a cup of hot latte.

“Your face is even worse than last time.”

I take it. Fingertips are a bit cold.

“Nhuoc Dong, help me find a trustworthy divorce lawyer.”

She was stunned for a second. Then nodded.

"Okay. There is a client of mine who specializes in handling family and marriage cases. Let me help you make an appointment."

She didn't advise me to rethink. That is Tham Nhuoc Dong. The two of them walked around the shopping center all afternoon. See the exhibition. Try on. Finally stopped in front of a store's glass display case.

“This bag suits you very well.”

She pointed to a moss green tote.

"The leather is beautiful, can hold a lot of things. It's very suitable to wear to work."

I looked at the price list. I wouldn't have bought it before. Always think about saving. Must take care of "family".

“Wrap it up for me.”

I swiped my own card. When carrying your bag and walking out of the store. My heart suddenly felt strangely relieved. Spend money on yourself. No need to report to anyone. That evening. When I got home it was half past ten. The hallway light is broken. I had to use my phone's light to open the door. The living room was dark. Only the crack in the office door let out a ray of light. The husband's parents were probably asleep. I just changed my shoes. The bedroom door suddenly opened. Tran Khai Chu stood there. His face was extremely unsightly.

“What are you buying?”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“Not related?”

His eyes stopped on the shopping bag in my hand.

"A bag worth 2,800 yuan, if you want to buy it, buy it. Didn't you say you had no money? When your mother was in the hospital, she told me how poor she was, but now she's spending money so aggressively."

My fingers tightened on the bag strap.

“You see my payment history?”

“I'm taking care of you!”

His voice suddenly rose.

"Lin Niem So, you earn 15,000 yuan a month, you also have to pay mortgage payments, credit cards, and living expenses. Where do you get your spare money? Or have you been hiding your private funds for a long time? Before AA, did you secretly transfer money out?"

I looked at his face.

"Tran Khai Chu, I can spend my salary however I want. Do I need your approval?"

“Your salary?”

He smirked. That smile is cold fishy.

"I know very well how much you earn. Can you afford a bag of 2,800 yuan? Unless someone else buys it for you."

He stopped. Face changes.

"Tham Nhuoc Dong is an event organizer and knows quite a few people, right? Did she introduce you to something..."

He didn't finish. But I understood the whole thing. I raised my hand. Slap him. The sound of slapping rang out crisply. Leaping far away in the quiet hallway. His head tilted to one side. Eyeglasses were also misaligned. After a while, he slowly turned back. The expression on his face changed from surprise to red. Then from red to pale.

“You dare hit me?”

He grabbed my wrist. The grip was so strong that I sucked in a cold breath. Then pushed me against the wall.

“Lam Niem So, are you crazy?”

“Let me go!”

"It was you who hit someone first! Are you still reasonable?"

The office door opened. Ms. Luu Que Phuong rushed out.