Chapter 18 — Pretending to be Fired Once, Enough to See Eight Years of Marriage Clearly

After a long time, I still couldn't say a word. Trinh Du An was the first to regain composure. She reached out to take the phone from me.

"Please do not continue to provide information in personal form."

"Please make an internal verification record."

"We will later coordinate with the police to extract according to the correct procedure."

The customer manager lowered his voice.

"I get it."

The call ended. The only sound left in the car was the steady sound of wipers. I quietly looked out the window. The street at dawn was deserted and cold. But in my head... Ma Lan Ying's face kept appearing over and over again. She used to cry and lament poverty over the phone. He once forced me to sign papers right in the living room. Once boasted to the neighbors that sooner or later that house would belong to the Han family. And now... It's very possible that she impersonated me to go to the bank to change her registered phone number. Trinh Du An said softly:

"Go back and rest first."

I shook my head.

"I can't sleep."

She looked at me.

"If you can't sleep, you have to lie down and rest."

"You still have to go to the bank tomorrow."

"Go to the police station."

"And then I have to go back to the company."

"Han Tuan doesn't want to argue with you anymore."

"What he wants is to wear you out."

That statement was like a bucket of cold water. I took a deep breath. I am not allowed to fall. Eight o'clock the next morning. I brought the confirmation of receipt of the case to the bank. Trinh Du An and police officers were also present. The branch manager took us into a small meeting room. There is a list of files being sealed on the table. He said with a very cautious look:

"The surveillance camera backup is available for everyone to see."

"But you are not allowed to arbitrarily film or take photos."

"If it is necessary to extract it as evidence, the police will do so according to regulations."

The police officer nodded. The video is opened. The time shown is around nine o'clock in the morning on the twenty-sixth of October last year. In front of the transaction counter there is a woman sitting. She was wearing a dark coat. Hair in a low bun. The mask covers most of the face. If you only look from the back... It's really easy for others to mistake it for me at an older age. But when she took the pen to sign... Her movements were very slow. So slow that it's like tracing each stroke of a letter. Standing behind... is Han Tuan. He bowed his head and looked at the form. The finger gently points to a location. The woman stopped for a moment... Then continued writing. I stared at the screen. The palm of my hand gradually became cold. This is not a coincidence. It's not a misunderstanding. There is someone standing right at the scene to give direction. In the video... The bank employee places a photocopy of the ID along with the application on the scanner. The woman reached down and pulled down her mask to drink water. Just in that moment... Tilt your face to the side. Just one second. But it was enough for me to notice. Ma Lan Anh. She was a little younger then than she is now. The hair is also dyed darker. But the eyebrow line. And the chin. Cannot be changed. The bank director's face became extremely heavy.

"The bank will fully coordinate with the investigation process."

"What about phone numbers ending in 6432?"

The police officer turned to look at him. The bank manager hesitated for a few seconds then replied:

"Master information Subscribers can only provide information at the request of the investigating agency."

The police immediately wrote down that phone number. Trinh Du An continued asking:

"Is the history of sending authentication codes and transaction confirmation messages for that day still available?"

The director nodded.

"But the process must be followed properly."

Trinh Du An closed the file.

"We will follow procedure."

Just walked out of the bank. As soon as I turned on my phone, it was flooded with notifications. All are messages from Han Tuan. More than thirty messages. The first message was sent at two in the morning. Diep Trung, you still have time to stop now. It's seven thirty in the morning. He texted again: My mother is old. Don't drag her into this. The last message was sent at eight fifteen. If you insist on forcing me, then don't blame me for bringing all your matters to light. I stared at the three words...

"My story."

Then suddenly burst into laughter. What's wrong with me? I work hard. Take care of dad. Regularly transfer money to his family. And preserve the house my mother left behind. In the end... Those things became things for him to use to threaten me. Seeing my unusual expression, Trinh Du An asked:

"What did he say?"

I gave her the phone. After reading it, she frowned slightly.

"It's very possible..."

"He has prepared another set of documents."

At that moment... My phone rang again. Is the Real Estate Registration Center. The staff's voice on the other side was extremely urgent.

"Miss Diep."

"Can you come here now?"

My heart immediately sank.

"What's going on?"

"Just now, someone came to the counter first."

"They brought a photocopy of the marriage certificate of you and Mr. Han."

"Along with a declaration confirming the marital assets."

I tightened my grip on the phone.

"I filed a risk warning form yesterday."

"So we blocked the file."

The employee paused for a moment then continued:

"That person also brought along someone claiming to be a witness."

"This person confirmed..."

"It was he who saw with his own eyes that she agreed to turn the house into the couple's common property."

My chest suddenly felt heavy. I asked immediately:

"What's that person's name?"

The employee read out a name. I've never heard of it. But Trinh Du An just looked it up on her phone... Her face immediately darkened.

"Something happened."

I looked at her. She said slowly:

"This person..."

"It is the legal advisor of the brokerage company that is selling the new house to Han Lo."