Chapter 10 — Pregnant for 280 Days, I Used a Notebook to Reclaim My Whole Life

I nodded. Put the half-eaten dumpling back in the bag.

“Then I'll write it down too.”

Co Thua Trach suddenly stepped forward. One hand slammed down on the table.

“Giang Tri Dao.”

“Don't force me.”

I raised my head to look at him.

“I'm six months pregnant.”

“How do you intend to be forced by me?”

The blue veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible. But in the end. He didn't do anything. Just gritted his teeth and said:

“Now you really disappoint me.”

I looked at him. My heart gets cold little by little.

“Co Cheng Ze.”

“I never asked…”

“Are you disappointed or not?”

He turned and walked into the office. After the door closed. I sat in front of the dining table. Turn off recording. The entire conversation just now. Has been saved intact. I listened again. His silence. His questions. The whole saying "I'll handle it." Everything is clear without missing a word. I sent the recording file to Tham Lam. Less than ten minutes later. She replied. Very good. Don't continue to ask anymore, just keep your normal pace of life. Keep a normal pace of life. I looked at the cold dumplings on the table. Suddenly I wanted to laugh. This family. It's no longer normal anymore. Just the end. I also learned how to keep myself strong in the midst of a distorted marriage. Eleven o'clock at night. The office door opened. Co Thua Trach stepped out to pour water. Seeing me still sitting in the living room. His steps stopped.

“Are you still not sleeping?”

“You kick too much.”

He stood still for a few seconds. It seemed like he had thought about stepping closer. But at that moment. His phone suddenly lit up. He bowed his head and glanced. Immediately turn the screen face down. I asked softly:

“A customer again?”

Co Thua Trach did not answer. I don't ask anymore. By the very next second. My phone also vibrated at the same time. Red Dress sent a photo. Is the draft Divorce Agreement placed on Co Thua Trach's desk. The photo was taken at a very close distance. The words at the top of the page appear clearly. Divorce agreement. Men's side: Co Thua Trach. Women's side: Giang Tri Dao. My hands immediately turned cold. Which makes me colder. These are the terms below. After the baby is born. The mother will be the direct caregiver. The father pays 3,000 yuan in alimony every month. The wife voluntarily gave up all rights related to the house and car that were the husband's pre-marital assets. Whose name is the property in? That person owns it. I stared at those words. The stomach suddenly rolled in waves. Right at that moment. Duong Thanh's phone called almost at the same time.

"Tri Dao, lawyer Tham just received the recording you sent. She asked me to remind you, absolutely do not sign any documents in the next few days."

I looked at the office door, which was still closed.

“Thanh Thanh.”

“He has already prepared a divorce agreement.”

The other end of the line immediately went silent.

“What did you say?”

I passed the photo to her. A few seconds later. Duong Thanh cursed.

“Does he still have the face to force you to give up your rights?”

I lowered my voice.

“The photo was sent by that woman.”

Duong Thanh took a deep breath.

“Why did she take the picture in the office?”

That question. Like a needle. Straight into the place I least wanted to think about. She used to come into my house. Co Thua Trach took the initiative to show her that agreement. Whatever the possibility. It's enough to make me feel nauseous.

“I want to see her tomorrow.”

Duong Thanh immediately objected.

"Impossible."

“You're pregnant, what if she deliberately provokes you?”

“I won't argue with her.”

“But she was aiming straight at you.”

“So…”

“She will talk a lot.”

Duong Thanh was silent. I continued:

“You come with me.”

“Side recording.”

“Lawyer Tham can also listen remotely.”

Duong Thanh gritted his teeth.

“I will arrange it.”

“But the location must be chosen by me.”

The next afternoon. Duong Thanh and I went to the coffee shop on the first floor of the shopping center early. Seat next to the glass door. Crowded. There are also many surveillance cameras. Duong Thanh stuffed the recording pen into his side pocket. The phone also opens in recording mode.

“If she dares to raise a hand.”

“I'll call security right away.”

I nodded.

“Don't be hot.”

Ten minutes past two. A young girl wearing a beige coat entered. She's even skinnier than in the photo. Sophisticated makeup. The pearl earrings swayed slightly. Strangely dazzling. She walked in front of us. The first thing is to look at my belly.

“Nice to meet you.”

Duong Thanh's face was cold. The woman smiled slightly.

“Your friend is really cruel.”

I looked at her.

“How to address you?”

She placed her bag on the chair.

“I am Sam Vu Vi.”

This is the first time. I heard her full name. After sitting down. She ordered an iced Americano. I'm not social at all.

“The photo you sent?”

She stirs the coffee.

“How did you take the picture?”

She raised her eyes to look at me. The smile is very faint.

“Guess what.”

Duong Thanh's voice was cold.

“Don't beat around the bush.”

Sam Vu Vi turned to look at her.

“I came today to talk to Mrs. Co.”

I reached out to hold Duong Thanh's hand.

“You just say it.”

Sam Vu Vi leaned back in his chair.

“Thua Trach doesn't love you anymore.”

That saying. Lighter than I thought.