Chapter 11 — Pretending to be Fired Once, Enough to See Eight Years of Marriage Clearly

When I returned to the company, it was two o'clock in the afternoon. In the elevator mirror, my face was pale. But before the door opened, I calmly reapplied my lipstick. Trinh Du An was waiting for me downstairs.

"I can't explain things in the company for you. But if the other person makes up lies or spreads false information, I can stand up."

I nodded.

"I understand."

When entering the meeting room of the human resources department, there were three people waiting inside. The human resources manager, my department director and a person in charge sent by the group's Risk Control Department. The person in charge was named Qin, about forty years old, his eyes were calm and sharp but did not create a feeling of oppression. On the table in front of them lay a set of printed documents. As soon as the human resources manager saw me, his expression looked a little awkward.

"Diep Trung, please sit down first."

I pulled out a chair. The person in charge of Tan didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"This morning, we received an anonymous email."

"The content suggests that she is involved in a serious family property dispute, potentially affecting the independence of her job position."

"The email also included a few pictures."

He pushed the file towards me. I bowed my head to watch. The first photo shows me standing in front of the house last night, talking to the building manager and two people in uniform. The second picture is the scene of Han Tuan and I facing each other in the hospital's toll area. The third picture is a piece of text that has been garbled. The content said that I intentionally deceived my husband and pretended to be fired from the company to incite conflict in the family. Looking at the papers in front of me, I suddenly realized that Han Tuan was even more impatient than I thought. He doesn't want to save this marriage. What he wanted was to strike first, destroy my credibility, and make everything I said after that become suspicious. I raised my head.

"I can explain."

The person in charge Tan nodded.

"You just say it."

I recount the entire incident from yesterday to today in correct chronological order. I'm not exaggerating. No crying or suffering. Also don't try to paint yourself as a victim. I'm just presenting the facts. About 200,000 yuan was transferred from the joint account. Power of attorney to sell the house before marriage. The phone number registered at the bank shows signs of identity fraud to be changed. The photo taken at the hospital was used to threaten me. And also the agreement to supplement assets during the marriage that Han Tuan forced me to sign. The meeting room became increasingly quiet. The human resources manager's expression gradually changed from awkward to surprised. The department director frowned and asked:

"Do you have proof?"

I opened the file bag. Statement documents. Transfer history. Photo of the torn remains of the authorization letter. Copy of house purchase order form. Photo of the message. Photo of red stain on wrist. I placed each thing on the table one by one. Finally, I took out the confirmation of receipt of the case that the bank had just provided.

"The bank has sealed the relevant transaction records."

"This afternoon, I will officially file a written complaint."

The person in charge of Tan looked at the documents very carefully. When he turned to the photo at the hospital, he asked:

"The anonymous email said she intentionally created family conflict."

I calmly replied:

"If I protect my assets and make sure my father is not harmed Influencing the use of medication is also considered intentionally causing conflict, so I admit."

No one in the room spoke. A few seconds later, person in charge Tan put down the file.

"The most important thing about a position in risk control is not that the person has a completely clean family background."

"It's the ability to recognize danger, stay alert under pressure and know how to preserve evidence."

He looked straight at me.

"On this point alone, you do better than many people."

Human resources management clearly breathed a sigh of relief. The department director also nodded slightly.

"The transfer process continues."

"But you need to quickly handle your personal matters without affecting your work."

"I will do it."

The person in charge of Tan asked again:

"The company will check the source of the anonymous email."

"Do you need us to temporarily protect your internal information?"

I was a bit stunned. He nodded.

"From now on, your transfer documents will no longer go through your old department's shared mailbox."

"The entire process will be handled directly on the group's human resources system."

"In addition, your work account will have all security information reset today."

The heavy rock in my heart finally lightened a bit. As soon as I walked out of the meeting room, my phone rang. It's Han Tuan. I picked up the phone. His voice was unusually calm.

"Are you at the company?"

I don't answer. He continued:

"Looks like they won't return me to my old department."

I stopped walking in the middle of the hallway.

"The anonymous email was sent by you?"

Han Tuan smiled slightly.

"Do you have proof?"

I looked towards the glass window at the end of the hallway. His voice immediately turned cold.

"Diep Trung, don't be too naive."

"You think the company is on your side and the lawyer is on your side so you win?"

"We've been married eight years."

"Your signature, your documents, your spending history, I have it all in my hand."

I tightened my grip on the phone. He said slowly:

"Whether that house is really a pre-marital property or not, doesn't just depend on what you say."

"Whether you ever voluntarily use that house for your married life or not is not up to you alone to decide."

"I will tell you what is considered proof."

The call was disconnected. I stood still, a cold feeling slowly crawling down my spine. A few minutes later, Trinh Du An sent me a photo. That is a screenshot of the latest post on Han Tuan's personal page. He posted an old photo of the living room in my pre-marital home. There is only one line above: Eight years of marriage, it turns out this place has never been considered a common home. I stared at the photo. In a corner of the living room, there was a suitcase that I had never seen before. Right next to that suitcase, half of the delivery note was revealed. The recipient's name is not me. Ma Lan Anh.