Chapter 13 — The Last Stop of Marriage

The blood on his face seemed to be wiped away in just a blink of an eye. Pupils constricted violently. Lips trembling. Couldn't utter a word.

"...Who...who is Vuong Le?"

"I'm not used to it."

Up to this point... He's still denying it. I won't say more. Just quietly open the bag. Take out a thick yellow paper envelope. Throw it straight into his lap. Like being burned. He almost dropped the envelope to the ground. Shaking hands opened it. Inside... Not a photo. It's a stack of pre-printed bank statements. Every amount of money transferred to Vuong Le... I circled it with a red pen. There are also... Hotel bills. Copy of proof of purchase of branded goods. Every piece of evidence... Is so clear that it cannot be denied. Tran Huy... Tu's face was pale. Turned into desperate ash gray.

"Tham Nhien..."

"You... you let someone investigate me?"

"I just want to know..."

"My sweat and tears..."

"What dog did you finally raise?"

I stood up. Looking down at him from above.

"Tran Huy."

"You make me feel disgusting."

He slumped in his chair. Can't say a single word. Right at that moment. A high-pitched female voice rang out.

"Tran Huy!"

I turned my head. A woman wearing a tight short dress and heavy makeup boldly walked straight towards us. It's Vuong Le. She walked straight in front of Tran Huy. I didn't even bother to look. Pointed his finger straight at his face and shouted.

"Very well! I called you eight hundred times and you didn't listen!"

"So you ran here to play with this yellow-faced woman!"

Her eyes fell on the stack of documents in Tran Huy's hand. Pause for a few seconds. Then I realized something. She rushed forward and grabbed my wrist.

"It's this damn woman who's playing tricks!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Do you want to ruin our relationship?"

Her nails are very long. Clinging to my skin, it hurts. I yanked my hand away.

"The feelings between the two of you?"

I laughed coldly.

"Is this a sentiment built on my pain?"

Only then did Tran Huy regain his composure. He roared at Wang Li.

"What are you doing here?"

"I told you not to come!"

"Not coming?"

"If I hadn't come, how would I know you would want to go back to her!"

"Tran Huy, if you don't give me an explanation today..."

"I'll give you two an explanation."

I interrupted the argument. Open the bag. Take out two more files. Place it firmly on the table. One copy is... Voluntary divorce agreement. The other copy is... Agreement to donate entire home ownership rights. At the end of both texts. The signature section... are all left blank.

"Tran Huy."

"Now you have two choices."

My voice is not loud. But it seems... The whole noisy space around was quiet.

"First choice."

"Let's go to the registry office to file for divorce."

"The house belongs to me."

"My son belongs to me."

"You left empty-handed."

"I take back what belongs to me."

"And all the bad things you did..."

"I'll pretend it never happened."

"All the evidence..."

"I will burn it all myself."

I stopped. Look at his pale face.

"Second choice."

"I didn't sign."

"Then..."

"I will photocopy all the evidence into one hundred copies."

"A copy sent to the secretary of your unit's Inspection Committee."

"A copy to your company's biggest competitor."

"There are still copies remaining..."

"I'll post them all over the apartment complex where your parents live."

"Put it on your company's notice board."

"It's plastered all over the Passat you use to take your lover out."

"I'll let everyone know..."

"How did you commit adultery during your marriage?"

"How do you transfer marital property?"

"You use my money to raise a mistress."

"And then colluded with my parents..."

"Creating a fake emergency story to trick me."

"Choose for yourself."

Tran Huy's whole body trembled. The sweat on his forehead kept flowing down. Even Vuong Le was dumbfounded. Maybe she didn't expect... The "yellow-faced woman" in her mouth... could be so cruel.

"...Do you dare?"

Tran Huy gritted his teeth. It was difficult to squeeze out each word.

"See for yourself..."

"Do I dare or not?"

I took out my phone. Open contacts. The person appearing on the screen... is the secretary of the Secretary of the Inspection Committee in Tran Huy company. That contact number... I had to rely on many connections to get it. I turned the screen towards him.

"Give me three seconds."

"I pressed send."

Tran Huy's breathing became more and more rapid. Both eyes stared at the phone in my hand.