Chapter 19 — Pretending to be Fired Once, Enough to See Eight Years of Marriage Clearly

Han Tuan is no longer at the check-in counter. In the lobby, there were only the document receptionist and a man in a gray suit. As soon as he saw me, the man's eyes glanced at Trinh Du An first, then gave a faint smile.

"Miss Diep, it's just a misunderstanding."

I don't sit down.

"Who are you?"

He handed his business card to me.

"My last name is La, I work as a legal consultant."

Trinh Du An received the business card, glanced at it, then calmly said:

"You are not a practicing lawyer."

The smile on the man's face stopped for a moment.

"I have been working in this field for many years."

I looked straight at him.

"You just said that you saw with your own eyes that I agreed to turn the house into joint property of the couple?"

The man replied:

"I'm just reporting what Mr. Han provided."

The Registration Center staff immediately frowned.

"You didn't say that just now."

He pursed his lips.

"Maybe I didn't express myself correctly."

Trinh Du An placed the tape recorder on the table.

"So now..."

"Please say it again."

The man was completely silent. The center staff gave me all the documents that Han Tuan had just submitted. On the declaration confirming the common property of husband and wife... There is my name. It's today. The signature is still exactly like my handwriting. Today I have never set foot here. I stared at that piece of paper. To the point where I feel like everything is paralyzed and numb. Trinh Du An asked:

"Who signed this signature?"

Staff responded:

"When submitting the application, Mr. Han said Ms. Diep had already signed it last night, just asked him to bring it in."

I laughed.

"Last night..."

"He's still ransacking my pre-marital house."

"I have surveillance cameras."

"There is also a report to the police."

Hearing that, the employee's expression became even more serious.

"We will keep this record."

"The system has also noted the refusal to receive."

The man in the gray suit finally couldn't keep calm.

"If the procedure cannot be done..."

"Then let me go first."

Trinh Du An took a step sideways, blocking his path.

"Please wait a moment."

"You recently participated as a witness when submitting a set of documents showing signs of falsification."

"We will ask the Registration Center to preserve all surveillance cameras."

The man's expression immediately changed.

"I'm just coming along."

I looked at him.

"Going with who?"

He bowed his head. No reply. I took out my phone. Call Han Tuan. The bell rang for a long time. Finally he picked up the phone. A cold voice rang out.

"What else do you want to say?"

I turned on the speakerphone.

"Document set at the Registration Center..."

"It was you who submitted it, right?"

The other end of the line was silent for about a second. Then Han Tuan calmly replied:

"Common property of husband and wife."

"What's wrong with going through procedures?"

I asked again:

"My signature..."

"Who signed?"

The other side of the phone fell silent again. In the hall... Everyone looked towards the phone in my hand. A moment later... Han Tuan burst out laughing.

"Diep Trung."

"Now you ask, what else does that mean?"

"I used to live in that house."

"I also lived."

"Your mother also lived."

"Management."

"Electricity and water bills."

"Repair History."

"All can prove that the house has long been used by the whole family."

"Now I deny..."

"Nothing I just want to win more in the divorce."

My hand still held the phone tightly. Not shaking at all. I calmly asked:

"So do you admit..."

"Let Ma Lan Anh move in..."

"Is it to create evidence of shared use of the house?"

The other end of the line suddenly went silent. A few seconds later... Han Tuan's voice lowered completely.

"Are you setting me up?"

Trinh Du An immediately spoke up:

"This entire call is being recorded."

"Will be submitted as evidence."

Immediately... Han Tuan hung up the phone. The center staff looked at me. There was sympathy in his eyes. Right now I don't have the strength to receive any more sympathy. The only thing I want... Is to tear apart little by little the net they've been spreading for the past half a year. Leave the Enrollment Center. We returned to the police station to add documents. After hearing the whole incident that happened at the center, the police officer also calmed down.

"Same property."

"Continuously, many documents appear showing signs of forged signatures and authorization documents."

"We will summon relevant people to work."

"Can I ask them to return my original home purchase contract first?"

The policeman replied:

"If it can be verified, it's the side they took it from."

"Of course you can request a refund."

"But first..."

"You should provide a list of documents and backup copies."

I printed out the entire scan. In it was a document that my mother transferred money as a deposit to buy a house that year. In the transfer content... There are only four words. Buy a house for Trung. Looking at those four words... My eyes suddenly sting. Trinh Du An did not urge him. She just quietly smoothed the paper. Afternoon. I returned to the company to complete the official transfer procedure. Mr. Tan, in charge of the Risk Control department, called me into his office.

"I've heard part of your story."

I said softly:

"It affected the company."

He shook his head.

"You're really causing trouble..."

"It's the person who sent the anonymous denunciation letter."

He gave me a copy of the internal investigation report.

"The group's Information Technology department has confirmed..."

"Device used to edit attachments in anonymous emails..."

"There is a very high degree of match with the office computer of the company where Han Lo works."

"Recordings from the whistleblower line have also been kept."

I received the documents.

"Thank you."

Mr. Tan looked at me for a long time.

"Risk control person..."

"The most important thing is to withstand pressure."

"But I also have to remind you."

"Once a personal dispute has entered the litigation stage..."

"The opponent will most likely continue to attack your professional reputation."

I nodded.

"I will handle it."

As soon as I walked out of the company... My phone rang again. She's a nurse at the hospital. Her voice was extremely panicked.

"You come right away."

"Mr. Han brought a woman to the hospital room."

"They said they wanted to process your father's discharge from the hospital."

It was dark before my eyes. I had to put my hands on the wall to stand steady.

"Who allowed them?"

The nurse quickly replied:

"No one agrees."

"That woman was carrying a power of attorney."

"Up there..."

"Sign your name again."