Chapter 7 — Pretending to be Fired Once, Enough to See Eight Years of Marriage Clearly

I rented a hotel room. As soon as I entered, the first thing I did was lock the door, then install a safety latch. During the past eight years, I never thought that the day would come when I would have to carry my identification papers and notebook and run away from my own marriage. It was like escaping from a trap that had been set for a long time. The phone screen is still bright. Trinh Du An's messages continuously appeared. Absolutely do not meet Han Tuan alone tonight. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock I will go to the bank with you. Remember to bring all original documents. I only answered with one word: As soon as I put down the phone, Han Tuan called. I didn't pick up the phone. He called five times in a row. On the sixth round, he stopped. Immediately after that, a WeChat message appeared. Diep Trung, go home. Next is the second news. My mother is so angry that you're sick. Then the third news. Do you have to force something to happen to an old person to please him? I quietly looked at those words. The finger did not move. Two minutes later, he sent another message. Don't forget your dad still has to take medicine every day. My chest is getting colder. Only then did I understand... A person is truly scary not because of how good they are at arguing. It's because they know exactly where to stab you to get the most pain. He knows what I'm most afraid of is my dad being cut off from his medication. He used that to threaten me. I screenshot the entire conversation. Then switch Han Tuan to do not disturb mode. That night, I didn't fall asleep until one o'clock in the morning. In the dream... The house purchase order kept repeating before my eyes. When I woke up, it was just dawn. I went into the bathroom to wash my face. The person in the mirror has very obvious dark circles under his eyes. The strange thing is... I didn't cry. Perhaps from the moment I heard Han Tuan coldly tell his mother, "Eating a little less is enough", the last soft part of me died. Eight thirty in the morning. Trinh Du An was waiting in front of the bank gate. She was wearing a dark suit, carrying a file bag in her hand. As soon as she saw me, the first thing she did was look down at my wrist. I bowed my head. The place where Han Tuan grabbed him last night still has a pale bruise.

"Must take pictures."

She spoke very calmly.

"Not to overdo things."

"But if they turn to slander you in the future, I still have proof."

I nodded. Trinh Du An took his phone and took a few photos from many different angles. Then we went into the bank together. Customer management quickly welcomes customers. She opened the entire transaction history of the joint account and then printed out all the documents. The transfer of 200,000 yuan is clearly visible. Recipient: Ma Lan Anh. Content: Family reserve fund. After watching, Trinh Du An asked:

"Does this transfer need to be confirmed by both account holders?"

The bank manager shook his head.

"No need."

"Normal transactions of joint accounts only require one person to operate."

"But if the amount exceeds 100,000 yuan, the system will send a verification code."

I immediately raised my head.

"What phone number is the verification code sent to?"

The manager looked up for a moment then frowned slightly.

"The registered phone number ends with 6432."

My heart sank. That's not my number. It's not the number Han Tuan is using. Trinh Du An immediately asked:

"This phone number has since been changed Which?"

Management continues to check.

"October 26 last year."

"Change directly at the counter."

"The person doing the check-in process is... Ms. Diep."

I looked straight at her.

"I've never come to work."

The manager immediately changed his face.

"Are you sure?"

October 26 last year... I was on a business trip to another province. That night I also made a video call to Han Tuan. He said he was working overtime. Trinh Du An put the pen on the table.

"Would you mind showing us the entire transaction record for that day?"

The manager seemed hesitant.

"This file requires internal approval."

Trinh Du An took out his lawyer card and power of attorney and placed them on the table.

"We will follow the legal process."

"If there are signs of impersonating someone else to complete procedures, the bank also has the obligation to coordinate the investigation."

The manager's attitude immediately became cautious.

"I will go ask the department head for advice immediately."

She left the room. Only me and Trinh Du An remained. I asked softly:

"If it really wasn't me..."

"What will happen?"

Trinh Du An looked at me.

"So this case is no longer simply a transfer of assets."

"Possibly related to signature forgery, or even impersonation of another person."

I slowly clenched my hands. Suddenly remembered last October. Around that time... I once lost my citizen identification card. Han Tuan said maybe I forgot it somewhere in the house. He even helped me search for two days. Finally... The ID was found in the office drawer. He even laughed and said I was too careless. Then I believed. Now that I think about it... Every little thing is like a chess piece that has been arranged in advance.