Chapter 11 — Three Years of Being a Fake Wife, One Day Overturning the Table

I listened to everything, didn't interrupt, didn't show any expression, just found it so funny that I was too lazy to react. From beginning to end, there was no apology, only compromise, avoidance, and so-called "grace". In their eyes, I am still just someone who can be negotiated with, bargained with, and forced to retreat. I don't bother to say much.

“In my case, I only work with lawyers.”

“In the future, don't call this number again.”

After I finished speaking, I immediately hung up, pulled it straight to the block list, and deleted it completely, leaving no trace behind. I transferred the recording just now to lawyer Phuong Tinh, along with a short sentence, but clear enough like a nail strike.

“Lawyer Phuong, add a new piece of evidence.”

Having finished everything, I raised my head and saw my parents looking at me with worry, their eyes as if they wanted to block all the storms for me. I smiled, a small smile but enough to reassure them.

“Dad, mom, don't worry.”

“The war… has only just begun.”

That's right, this has long been no longer a simple emotional conflict, but a real war, between me and that rotten, rotten family. And I, Hua Tinh, absolutely will not lose. On the day of the trial, the sky was overcast and heavy gray clouds pressed down on the city, making the air so stuffy that it was difficult to breathe. There were more people in front of the court gate than I expected. Reporters with cameras crowded into layers, and there were even spontaneous people carrying handwritten signs standing and cheering.

“Come on Hua Tinh!” “Punish the scammers!”

I stepped down from Phuong Tinh's car, the black suit made my face even more pale, but my eyes were so steady that no one dared to look straight for too long. I didn't answer any questions, just went straight inside under police escort, leaving behind the flashing lights and frantic calls. In the front row of the auditorium, my parents sat there, looked at me with both worried and proud eyes, and then raised their hands to cheer. I nodded in response, feeling much more stable inside. Before the trial, at the end of the hallway, I saw Vuong Tu Anh, holding a skinny boy, probably her son. She looked more haggard than the last time we met, her face was haggard, her eyes were no longer pleading, only extreme fatigue remained. Our eyes met for a few seconds, then she bowed deeply, without saying a word. Not begging. It's a belated apology, and also an acceptance of one's own fate. At exactly nine o'clock, the trial began. When Chu Van Bac was pushed in on a medical stretcher, the entire courtroom echoed with suppressed sounds of surprise. He lay there, his face gray, his eyes empty, his body filled with tubes, only his eyes still moving. The defendant's lawyer immediately appealed to emotions, trying to paint a pitiful image.

“My client is now a paraplegic patient!”

“He paid a very high price for his mistake!”

“The law is not only punishment, but also an opportunity to save a person!”

He spoke very smoothly, full of emotion, as if Chu Van Bac was the biggest victim in this story. After that, Liu Ngoc Mai was led up, wearing a gray prison outfit that made her look ten years older in just a few days, but when she saw me, her eyes were still full of resentment.

"You slut! You won't end well!"

She screamed, struggled like a caged animal, until When the judge knocked the gavel as a warning and the police forced him to sit down, he still kept cursing. Her lawyer also used the same tactic, telling about a poor, ignorant mother who, out of love for her child, went the wrong way. I sat still, looking at everything, not reacting, not angry, just feeling... funny. A drama. And they're still trying to act. Finally, it was Phuong Tinh's turn. She stood up, without beating around the bush, without unnecessary emotions, directly giving evidence. First is the entire video of that evening's program, when Luu Ngoc Mai cried and told the story of "not being allowed to buy dumplings", the whole courtroom echoed with uncontrollable mocking laughter. Next was the recording of a "private settlement" call from Chu Van Bac's uncle. His smooth voice rang out clearly, causing the defendant's lawyer to immediately change expression. Finally, there is the fatal proof. The savings book was in Vuong Tu Anh's name, along with a thick stack of money transfer papers. Phuong Tinh projected everything on the big screen, each number, each date appeared clearly before everyone's eyes.

“Dear Jury, please see.”

Her voice was calm but sharp, like an inevitable knife.

“Starting three years ago, while defendant Chu Van Bac lived with my client, Ms. Hua Tinh…”

"Every month, he periodically transfers a sum of money to his legal wife, Vuong Tu Anh."

"This money all comes from the living expenses my client spends on this so-called 'family'."

"In other words, defendant Chu Van Bac used my client's money to live in the house that my client contributed money to buy."

“But behind the scenes, he leisurely raised another family.”

“This is a scam, a parasite, a shameless personality and a blatant illegal act!”

Phuong Tinh's words were as sharp as a knife, each sentence stabbed straight into a fatal weakness.