Chapter 12 — Three Thousand Yuan Every Month, In Return The Whole Family Is Ruined

Hungry to the extreme, self-esteem is just a luxury. I put my bag down in front of the door and returned to the room. Lying on the bed, looking at the flow of money I just received, I felt no joy in my heart. I turned a once arrogant person into someone who had to bow his head for food. Is that a win? But the price... is too expensive. The phone vibrates. Chu Tinh called. I picked up the phone.

"Tham Duyet! You cruel woman! What have you done to my mother?"

Her voice was shrill.

"She said it all! You want a divorce and you want to kick us out!"

“I tell you, that house belongs to my brother!”

I breathed lightly, not feeling angry anymore.

“Chu Tinh, listen clearly.”

“First, this house is my pre-marital property, and has nothing to do with your brother.”

“Second, I divorced because he had an affair, I have proof.”

My voice slows down, each word clear.

“From today, don't expect to get a penny from me or him.”

“You're grown up, take care of yourself.”

“So is your mother.”

I hung up the phone and went straight to the block list. These people… are like leeches. If I don't cut it off, it will drain me dry. The next morning, I woke up early, put on sports clothes and went for a run, sweat dripping down my back but my mind was more alert than ever. When I got back to the door, I saw Chu Minh huddled on the steps, like an abandoned dog, with red eyes, stubble, and a strong smell of alcohol. Seeing me, he scrambled to his feet.

“Browse Browse…”

Hoarse voice.

“Can we… not get divorced?”

“You are wrong… really wrong.”

“I broke it off with her, I will listen to you everything from now on.”

“Give me a chance… please.”

He reached out to touch me. I stepped back. Look at him. So strange that... I no longer feel anything. The man who was once arrogant and let me suffer... now stood in front of me, bowing his head and begging. But unfortunately…

“Chu Minh.”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“You know what?”

“My money… is gone.”

“Nearly 1,000,000 yuan, completely cheated.”

“I have nothing left now, I still owe a lot of credit cards.”

“It is no longer Tham Duyet who can support you.”

I stopped for a beat. The voice was calm and scary.

“So do you still want me?”

My words were like a bucket of cold water pouring straight down, completely extinguishing the still hot pleading expression on Chu Minh's face, causing his expression to immediately freeze as if he had just been pulled out of a dream.

“What…what did you say?”

He looked at me, his eyes confused as if trying to confirm that he had heard wrong.

“I said, I have no money left.”

I repeated, my voice terrifyingly calm.

“Being lied to by the person I trusted the most.”

“Nearly 1,000,000 yuan, not a penny left.”

"Currently, I'm even poorer than you and your mother, and I'm also saddled with a ton of credit card debt."

I looked straight at him, each word falling slowly and clearly.

“A woman with nothing, still in debt.”

"Can't give you a comfortable life, can't pay your debt for you, and may even become a burden."

“Chu Minh, do you still want me?”

That question was like a scalpel cutting through all the layers of lies. No more love, no more regrets. Only calculation remains. He stood there, his mouth opened but no sound could come out, his throat moved up and down continuously as if choking, his eyes changed little by little. I see it very clearly. Oscillation. Panic. And finally… Is disgrace. I laughed. Laugh to the point of relief, also laugh to the point of bitterness.

“See?”

I crossed my arms and leaned back to look at him.

“This is you.”

“My so-called love… is so cheap that it can't even withstand a gust of wind.”

His face turned red and then turned pale, as if he had just been slapped with an invisible slap.

“You… you're not like that…”

The voice is weak and powerless.

“So what are you?”

I took a step forward, pressing closer.

"Do you think I tricked you? Or do you think I'm setting a trap?"

“It's okay, just go and check.”

“Go ask if Mr. Trieu has been arrested.”

“Go to the bank to check if I have any coins left.”

“I don't have time to play pretend with you anymore.”

“I'm tired.”

I took out the prepared divorce agreement from my pocket and threw it down in front of him. My voice was cold as steel. He stepped back as if he saw something scary, his eyes fixed on the paper as if looking at a verdict.

“No… I didn't sign…”

“Don't sign?”

I smiled faintly.

“Is it because you feel sorry for me… or because you feel sorry for the house?”

“Again, this house is my pre-marital property, you have no rights.”

“As for your affair… I have all the evidence.”

“If you go to court, you will not only lose everything, but also lose face.”

He was speechless. All he could do was look at me, his pleading eyes were weak and pitiful.

“Yeu Duyet… we have been together for so many years…”

“Don't mention 'many years'.”

I interrupted, my voice cold.

“You don't deserve it.”

I looked straight at him.