Chapter 11 — The Last Stop of Marriage

Morality is also useless. The only thing that makes you feel pain... There is only one. Letting you lose what you value most. And what a coincidence. I know very well... What that thing is. The detective's work efficiency is very high. Three days later, the first batch of documents was sent to my encrypted mailbox. I locked the door and opened the file. What appeared before my eyes... It was dirtier than I ever imagined. My husband. The man in front of me always seemed naive, always saying that all his salary was given to his wife to manage. He also has another bank card. A card that I was completely unaware of all these years. The transaction history in there... Makes people shudder. Each month, all bonuses and allowances given by the company are transferred directly to this card. There are several thousand. There is an amount of more than ten thousand yuan. But never... He said even one sentence to me. What makes me colder than anything... is the cash flow afterward. Most... were transferred to a woman named Vuong Le. Every week there are transactions. All numbers full of meaning. Accompanied by countless expense bills. High-class restaurant. Five-star hotel. Branded store. In the photos sent by the detective. The woman named Vuong Le wore branded clothes, carried a new handbag, and smiled sweetly and with satisfaction. Behind her... It's the black Passat that Tran Huy and I chose to buy together a year ago. It's not that he doesn't have opinions. He never used it for me. It's not like he doesn't have money. He couldn't bear to spend money on me. It's not like he doesn't know how to be romantic. He thinks I'm not worthy. I quietly flipped through each photo. My chest felt like it was stuffed into a giant block of ice. It's suffocatingly cold. For ten years... I worked hard for this family. Save every penny. The best things are for the son and the husband's family. As for myself... It's been a long time... I've never been able to buy a set of clothes for more than five hundred yuan. Yet he... He took the couple's money together... To support another woman. Living a luxurious life that even I never dared to think about. What's the funniest thing? It's my mother-in-law. On the one hand, I always calculate the salary card in my hand. On the one hand, he constantly complains about poverty and suffering. Say the family is having difficulty. Said her father-in-law was sick and needed a lot of money. But according to the investigation results... Last month alone... She withdrew fifty thousand yuan from Tran Huy's secret card. To go order a set of gold jewelry. In the photo... She is wearing bright gold bracelets and necklaces. Standing in front of the mirror in the gold shop, I smiled until I couldn't close my mouth. Right around that time... She even called me. Crying and saying that the house is about to run out of money. It's true... A big joke. Their entire family... unanimously considered me a fool from beginning to end. I turned off the computer. Go to the window. Look at the busy traffic on the street. Suddenly... I really want to cry. Couldn't shed a single tear. The most heartbreaking... Is when the heart has completely cooled down. Before, I just thought... They are too dependent on their parents. They have patriarchal ideology. I never thought... Their nature is bad. It's rotten to the core. I hold the phone. Message the detective again death.

"Continue to investigate."

"I need all the information about that woman."

"At the same time, investigate all evidence of asset transfers of Tran Huy and his parents over the years."

The other party responded very quickly. I back up all the documents on my computer to an encrypted USB. Erase all original data. Done it all. I walked out of the room. Mom is busy in the kitchen. Prepare my favorite braised pork dish. Dad stood on the balcony. Take care of the flower pots. Saw me coming out. Mom smiled.

"Nien Nhien, wait a little longer."

"Almost done."

Looking at the busy backs of my parents... My eyes suddenly felt stinging. This is family. No matter where I go. No matter what happens. Can always return. I stepped forward. Hug mom from behind.

"What's wrong, daughter?"

Mom wiped her hands. Turned around and gently stroked my face.

"Nothing."

I shook my head.

"I just..."

"I just want to hug mom for a moment."

At that moment... I made up my mind. This marriage... must definitely end. Not now. I will wait. Wait until the most suitable time.