Chapter 6 — When he returned, the house had been transferred to someone else's name

I opened a group chat of my closest friends. Then send all documents. Includes notarized donation document. Photo of house ownership certificate. And also evidence that Chu Minh falsified cash flow records. All are packed and sent to the group. Then I just said one sentence:

“That's the way it is.”

“Whoever believes in me doesn't need to say anything.”

“If anyone doesn't believe me, talking is useless.”

“Everyone judge for themselves.”

Finished sending the message. I quit WeChat. I don't need to explain to the world. I just need the people I care about to know the truth. The rest... Just leave it to time. Because lies cannot stand verification. Two days later, my friend sent another new screenshot. Below Chu Minh's post, the direction of public opinion has begun to change. Someone started asking questions.

"Chu Minh, didn't you say To Tinh ran out of money? Then why did Bach Vy post a photo of you giving her the latest version of the bag yesterday?"

"That's right, didn't you say you were in huge debt? So where do you get the money to play golf?"

"I heard that the house deposit and installment payments were all paid by To Tinh's family. What's going on?"

The most fatal blow came from a friend who worked in a bank. He left only one sentence:

“Falsifying bank cash flow records is a financial fraud that can lead to jail time.”

That one sentence is like a sink bomb exploding in the middle of the water. Those who were previously on Chu Minh's side immediately fell silent. Not long after. Chu Minh deleted the other post. Bach Vy also switched her friend circle to view-only mode for three days. An elaborately staged carpet play. In the end it ended in such a ridiculous way. Another week later. I received a friend request from a complete stranger. The authentication message has only one sentence:

“I am Bach Vy.”

I clicked accept. I wanted to see what else she was planning to do. The first sentence she sent surprised me quite a bit.

“To Tinh, I broke up with him.”

“That man is crazy, a fraud from head to toe!”

I looked at Bach Vy's message but didn't reply. It seemed like she really wanted to vent her feelings. Without waiting for my response, she continuously sent long messages.

"He told me that house was the one he bought before marriage, and was completely unrelated to you. It was only temporarily in your name."

"He said the relationship between the two had been broken for a long time, and she was stubbornly refusing to divorce."

"He also said he would soon get the house back, then marry me, making me the female owner of that house."

“What about the results?”

“It's all fake!”

“The house is yours, the money is yours, he has nothing!”

"Now he's like a crazy dog, borrowing money everywhere, and wants me to take out all my savings for him to turn around."

“He said you hurt him so badly, he had to sue you, and even asked me to pay for a lawyer for him!”

“I'm really blind to see that kind of man!”

I can imagine how Bach Vy's elaborately made-up face on the other side of the screen is distorted with anger right now. She didn't come to repent. She came to vent her anger. Because her investment failed. All the things she used to show off compartment in front of me. All the spoils she thought were about to belong to her. After just one night, it dissolved into a bubble. She once viewed Chu Minh as a long-term meal ticket. The results revealed that the ticket was not only expired but also contained poison.

“To Tinh, I tell you these things to remind you.”

“Now that he has been cornered, anything can be done.”

“You must be careful.”

“I can't find you, he comes to bother me every day, saying I harmed him, asking me to compensate him for the loss of his youth!”

“How can there be such disgusting people in this world!”

Finished reading all of her accusations. I only answered with two words: Bach Vy clearly stopped. Maybe she didn't expect me to react like that.

“...What do you mean?”

“I ask you, why are you telling me these things?”

“Want me to sympathize with you?”

“Or do you want me to curse him with you?”