Chapter 9 — Six Pairs of Slippers in Front of My Door

The title "pregnant woman" is just an act from beginning to end. When I held the results in my hand, I sat in lawyer Tan's office for a long time without saying anything. I remember that night, she lay on my bed, holding her stomach and saying she couldn't move. I remember the scene when my mother-in-law forced me to sleep in the office. Remember what Co Hoai An said when I couldn't have a child for three years, living in a big house was a waste. It's really disgusting. Lawyer Tan pushed a file of lawsuit documents in front of me.

"The divorce petition has been officially accepted. Co Hoai An's party has also hired a lawyer. He believes that the house belongs to the couple's common property, asking for a share of the price increase after marriage."

I laughed.

“He really dares to think honestly.”

“He also accused her of intentionally transferring common property.”

“What do I transfer?”

“He said she hid cash and jewelry in the house, then falsely accused his mother and sister.”

I looked at the stack of pawn shop camera photos on the table.

"Okay."

Lawyer Tan also smiled faintly.

“He's impatient.”

Indeed, Co Hoai An began to panic. He started texting me every day. At first it was cursing.

“Hua Niem, you brought my mother to the police station, sooner or later there will be retribution.”

Then there are threats.

“If you don't withdraw your application, I will make it impossible for you to continue working at the company.”

Then finally move to the water.

"Nien Niem, after all, we were husband and wife. Mom and Tinh Tinh are confused, I apologize on their behalf. The house is still yours, can we start over?"

I do not respond to any messages. Just quietly screenshot each one. Until one day… He sent me a photo. In the photo is my father's watch. He placed the watch at his feet. Accompanied by a line of text:

“If you mess up again, it will break.”

When I looked at that photo, my blood immediately rushed straight to my head. Obviously the watch was redeemed by me. What he sent were just old photos. But I was still so angry that my fingertips were numb. I directly forwarded the photos to the police. Additional evidence of threats. That night, I dreamed of my father. He stood under the sycamore tree in his old hometown and asked me why I was crying. When I woke up, my pillow was soaked. I sat up and looked at the dark living room. The new lock emits a pale blue dot of light in the night. Suddenly I said to myself:

“Hua Niem, don't be afraid.”

“They can take your things.”

“Might dirty your room.”

“I can make up stories to slander you.”

“But they couldn't get the name listed on the house deed.”

“Can't get image from camera.”

“Every single remittance cannot be obtained.”

“I can't find the strength to stand up again.”

The next day, I created a new social media account. Representative image is blank. The introduction has only one sentence:

“The truth behind six pairs of slippers, meet in court.”

I won't explain anything further. Only post three photos. The first one, my house certificate information. Second photo, fake signature on the residence agreement. The third photo is a camera shot of Gu Qing pawning my parents' relics. Include a single sentence:

"Don't rush. One thing at a time."

For the first time… The comment section is silent. On the day of the trial, Co Hoai An wore a black suit. He has lost a lot of weight. Dark circles under the eyes are very obvious. When he saw me, his eyes were dark and scary. La Phuong Lien and Co Tinh also came. Her mother-in-law's hair was messy and her face was yellow. Co Tinh kept her face bare, her wrists empty. The gold bracelet, the jade bracelet, and the pearl necklace were all detained by the police as evidence, then returned to me one by one. Now her eyes look at me... It's like she wants to rush forward and bite me to death. I sit in the plaintiff's seat. Lawyer Tan is next to him. I'm very calm. After the trial began, Co Hoai An's lawyer spoke first. He said our relationship as husband and wife was not completely broken and there was still a possibility of reconciliation.