Chapter 8 — My Husband Wants AA, I'm Thinking About Divorce

He created it himself. He sent it to me himself. Each clause inside. It's all evidence. I closed the computer. Lie down on the bed. Pure white ceiling. Clean and quiet. No more football commentary. There is no more babbling sound from Ms. Luu Que Phuong. There is no longer any sound from Tran Vu Vy's short video on speakerphone. Everything is silent. I closed my eyes. And had the most peaceful sleep in the past four years. The next morning. Lawyer Trieu Tung Nha called me. Her voice was decisive. No need to beat around the bush.

"Miss Lam, Tham Nhuoc Dong has already told me the basic situation. If it's convenient, please come to the office at two o'clock this afternoon. Bring all the documents proving your assets that you can find."

“Ah, just a quick word.”

“About that house, you don't need to worry too much.”

"The deposit to buy a house has transfer documents showing the contribution rate. After marriage, even if the two parties pay in installments at different rates, the increased value of the house still has the right to be divided."

“He doesn't gain much of an advantage.”

I hung up. Take a deep breath. Two o'clock in the afternoon. Trieu Tung Nha's law office is located on the twenty-third floor of an office building. She is over forty years old. Wear gold-rimmed glasses. Talk without missing a word. I spread all the documents on the table. She watched each part. Occasionally ask a few questions.

"For the deposit to buy a house, your parents contributed 550,000 yuan. How much did the other side contribute?"

“100,000 yuan.”

“What is the total amount of installments after marriage so far?”

"About 680,000 yuan. Of which I bear a quarter. There is a full transfer history."

“Money to repair the house?”

"120,000 yuan. All paid with my credit card. Paid off now."

“How much do you know about the other person's current income and assets?”

"The monthly salary is about 50,000 yuan. I'm not sure about savings. But he spends money quite aggressively."

Trieu Tung Nha turned to my housework time record. She raised her head and looked at me.

“This one works very well.”

"Although the law does not have specific valuation standards for housework, during the mediation and trial process, she can absolutely request compensation for the housework she has shouldered for a long time."

“According to Article 1088 of the Civil Code, your case is completely suitable.”

“Will he agree to reconcile?”

Trieu Tung Nha rearranged the documents. Gently push the glasses frame.

“It doesn't matter whether you agree or not.”

“The truth and evidence are in your hands.”

“There are men who think that just by holding the payroll in their hands, they can control the whole world.”

“But they forgot one thing.”

“On the payroll there is only their own name.”

“And on the home ownership certificate, it's not.”

Step out of the law office. The sunlight outside is very beautiful. I stood in front of the building. Look at the flow of people passing by on the street. The phone vibrates. It's a message from Tran Khai Chu.

“Nien So, what do you want?”

“Can we go back and talk?”

“I told my parents to move to a hotel.”

I type three words. Then send it.

“Ask a lawyer.”

I opened another chat box. Message the person in charge of the brand:

"I've seen the contract, no problem. Signing can be scheduled at any time."

Opposite to Phuong quickly replied:

“Is Wednesday afternoon okay?”

“At that time, General Manager Co also wanted to meet you.”

“He said your style reminded him of a very excellent student from five years ago.”

I looked at that text. Pause for two seconds. Five years ago. That was when I had just graduated. If I remember correctly. He is the founder of the city's largest brand design studio. He used to go to school as a speaker. Also saw my graduation exhibition. It was he who proactively sought it out. Invite me to join your team. But at that time. I have agreed to marry Tran Khai Chu. Tran Khai Chu told me: The design industry is too unstable. For now, just work as a freelancer for stability. Conveniently take care of the family. I listened to him. Give up that opportunity. Locked himself in an eighty-eight square meter apartment. For four years. I put my phone away. Stand on the side of the road for a moment. The wind blew. Cool and comfortable. Things that should belong to me. I'll take it back one by one.