Chapter 18 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

After returning to the hotel, I spread the documents on the table. The marriage certificate is placed on one side. House purchase contract placed on one side. Bank statement placed on one side. Tieu Duong helped me take backup photos. She asked while taking pictures: "Do you really want to go to the divorce step?" I looked at the red paper. "At first, I thought that as long as he compensated me and took care of my mother, I could still talk about this life." Tieu Duong raised his head. “What now?” I said: “Someone may not love you.” “But it is impossible not to love you and at the same time ruin your work.” She was silent. Just after eight o'clock in the evening, Tran Hao sent the first text message. “He admitted that the mailbox was registered by him, but the content was not written by him.” I looked at that text. Half a minute later, the second message was sent. “My mother doesn't know how to type, I just helped her create an account.” I laughed. Tieu Duong heard it and leaned his head back. “What did he say?” I showed her the phone. She was so angry that she almost hit the table. “So isn't it still him who sent it?” I don't answer. A third message quickly appeared. “At that time, I just wanted you to come home.” “I didn't think it would be this big.” Finally, I typed: "Are you using words that say I'm inappropriate in marriage to force me to go home?" The other side shows the login status for a very long time. In the end, I only sent one sentence: "I regret it." I looked at those four words, there was no movement. Regret is not compensation. Regret is just a soft word after the incident is revealed. I took a photo of the chat history and sent it to lawyer Tuong. Lawyer Tuong quickly replied: "Keep it." “Don't continue arguing.” “You can send a lawyer's letter tomorrow.” Tieu Duong sat next to the bed and suddenly asked: "Does his mother push all responsibility to him?" I said: “Yes.” “Did he push back?” I looked out the window. Car lights downstairs passed by one after another. "It's not the first time the mother and daughter have shielded each other." "It's just that this time the knife is pointing at me, I won't continue to block it." The next day at 11:50 p.m., there was no movement in the joint account. Exactly twelve o'clock, still nothing. Five minutes past twelve, Tran Hao called. I answered the phone and turned on the recording. His voice was very tired. “Money cannot be transferred back temporarily.” I asked: “Why?” He was silent for a few seconds. “Mom withdrew the money.” "Cash?" "YES." I closed my eyes. “Where is the withdrawal voucher?” He said: "Can you not say anything like you are questioning a prisoner?" I said: "Because everything you two do is like transferring assets." The breathing on the other end of the line was heavy. Then Liu Que Phan's voice suddenly came. “The money is with me.” “If you want, you can take it.” “You have to go home and admit your mistake in front of your relatives.” I held the phone and slowly sat up straight. “Mom hid 12,000 just for this?” She smiled coldly. “This is to leave you a way back.” “Divorced women should not think they are very valuable.” “If you really dare to divorce, I will tell Hao Hao to immediately sell the house.” Tran Hao impatiently called out: "Mom!" But it was too late. I looked at the flashing red dot on the recording interface. I said every word: “Okay.” “Then let's let the lawyer talk.” 18 The lawyer's letter was sent the next afternoon. One copy was sent to Tran Hao. One copy was sent to Liu Guifen. The content is not long. Request to terminate v
Coming to my company to harass me. Stop spreading untrue information. Refund the amount transferred from the joint account. Preserve documents related to common property of husband and wife. Lawyer Tuong also reminded me not to continue talking about money privately with them. All content related to transfers, real estate and debt must be recorded in writing. I followed. But I didn't expect Liu Guifen's reaction to be faster than expected. Less than two hours after the lawyer's letter was sent, the group of relatives was bustling again. The aunt asked first: "Tinh Tinh, why did you even send a lawyer's letter?" He continued: "Having a conflict at home to the point of calling a lawyer is too unsightly." My cousin didn't advise me, just sent me a private message: "Sister-in-law, you have to be careful." I replied thank you. In the group, Liu Que Phan sent a very long recording. I'm not open. Tran Hao sent a private message: "Are you satisfied?" I replied: "The money has been transferred back, sorry about the email, sorry to the company, documents have been returned. After completing these things, we can talk about satisfaction." He was silent for half an hour. Then replied: "Do you have to force my mother to die?" I looked at that sentence, my finger stopped. In the past, as long as you said that, I would begin to self-criticize. Am I too tough or not? Are the words too strong or not? If we continue to be patient, everything will pass or not. But this time, I only answered one sentence: "I'm just asking her to take responsibility for what she did." In the evening, someone arrived in front of the hotel door. Not Tran Hao. It's my aunt. When the receptionist called, I didn't come down right away. I asked the receptionist to take people to the common area in the lobby.