Chapter 7 — Three Years of Being a Fake Wife, One Day Overturning the Table

She pushed a file towards me, her voice was still clear, every word seemed carefully considered.

“Now, we need to discuss the civil part.”

“This is my statement based on the documents you provided, including property division and claim for mental damages.”

“We request Zhou Wenbo and Liu Yumei to refund all the living and medical expenses she paid for three years, a total of about 780,000 yuan.”

“In addition, compensation for mental damages of 500,000 yuan, a total of 1,280,000 yuan.”

She looked straight at me, her eyes sharp as knives.

“Do you think this number is okay?”

I looked at the detailed list of items, each number was the years I had voluntarily given away. Looking back now, I just find it funny and empty. I nodded, without any hesitation in my voice.

“But I have a request.”

“You say it.”

“I don't need that house.”

That is the house we used to live in, the place we once called home. Three years ago, my parents contributed 200,000 yuan as a deposit, and I also spent all my savings of 100,000 yuan, but the documents were only in Zhou Wenbo's name. He once said that after registering the marriage, he would add my name, but that promise lasted for three years, until it became a joke.

“That house was a tool for them to trick me.”

“I find it… dirty.”

The corners of Phuong Tinh's lips curled slightly, her eyes clearly showing appreciation.

"I got it."

“This point will become an important argument in court, proving that your goal is not money, but justice.”

After finishing discussing work, she suddenly switched to another topic, her tone was no longer as tough as before.

“Ah yes, Miss Hua.”

"Vuong Tu Anh, Chu Van Bac's legal wife, has continuously contacted us since last night, calling the office more than ten times."

“She wants to see you once.”

“Do you… want to meet?”

That name rang out, making me remember the weak, pitiful but also blameworthy crying voice on the phone yesterday. I was silent for a moment, then spoke softly.

“Why don't we meet?”

There are things... that must end completely. Leaving the law office, the sunlight outside was just warm enough, I didn't go home right away but stopped by the shopping center and bought a few large suitcases. After that, I returned to that "home". Open each cabinet door and start cleaning. Clothes, books, cosmetics... all things that bear my mark. One by one, each item was neatly packed into the suitcase, without haste or hesitation. In my heart right now, there is no more love, no more hate. Just like a professional cleaner, dealing with a pile of expired trash. When moving to Chu Van Bac's wardrobe, I accidentally discovered a secret compartment inside. Inside is a small iron box. Not gold or anything valuable. It's an old savings book and a thick stack of money transfer papers. The name on the book... is Vuong Tu Anh. Each amount was only a few hundred yuan, not insignificant, but the sending time continued from three years ago until last month. On the money orders, the recipient was Vuong Tu Anh, and the sender... was Chu Van Bac. It turns out, all this time... He never cut off from that family. He used my money, lived in a house where I contributed a deposit, but behind his back he secretly raised another family, keeping every penny hidden. like a dirty secret. I held that savings book and suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so much that tears almost flowed out, a bitter laugh that cut to the bone. Hua Tinh, Hua Tinh, you are truly... the stupidest idiot in this world. I carefully put the savings book and the stack of money transfer papers in my pocket. This is not a memory, but evidence, something that can make Chu Van Bac no longer have a way to deny it in court. Just as I was about to leave, the doorbell rang, the sound suddenly pulled me back to reality. I looked through the cat's eyes and saw a familiar figure standing outside. It was Aunt Truong in the apartment opposite, an older woman who was always enthusiastic to the point of being somewhat redundant. In the past, every time she met Luu Ngoc Mai, she praised her for being lucky and having a good daughter-in-law. Thinking back on that statement now... it's ironic. I opened the door, Aunt Truong looked at me with complicated eyes, in her hand she was carrying a bag of apples, as if carrying some clumsy kindness.

“Tieu Hua... I've been watching TV.”

She stuffed the bag of apples into my hand, her voice unable to hide her pity, "You've suffered, but later... things will get better." I looked at her sincere, concerned eyes, and my heart warmed a little, a rare warmth among the ashes.

“Thank you, Aunt Truong.”

“Move, baby.”

She lowered her voice, as if telling a secret, "Stay away from this house, it's very unlucky." I nodded slightly, closed the door, pulled the large suitcases with me, stood for a moment in front of the empty house, took one last look. Then turned around, without hesitation, and walked out. Goodbye to my stupid past.