Chapter 9 — You demand justice, I'll show you what justice is

Lac Lac was startled and burst into tears. The whole house was in chaos. I stood in the corner of the living room, looking at everything. Tran Hao is not home. He goes to work. Because yesterday, Chu Kien Hoa called him up to talk. It is said that it is about the "special relationship with the founder of Tan Duyet Media". His career... is also starting to shake. The day they left was Friday. Before leaving, Vuong Que Chi stood at the door, pointed straight at me and said the last sentence.

"Lam Vy, you will regret it! Leave my son, no one will want you!"

"Yes auntie. Have a safe journey."

The door closes. I stood in the empty living room. Sofa cushion still has dents. The tea table still has water stains. There are still crayon drawings on the wall. The kitchen is messy. I took a deep breath. Grab your phone, find a professional cleaning company.

“Complete cleaning, one more item to repaint the walls.”

“Yes ma'am, time—”

"Tomorrow morning. I'll pay for it."

I no longer expect Tran Hao to pay. That amount… was already calculated in a different way in the divorce agreement. I put down the phone. To Lac's message appeared.

"I heard there was an explosion last night? The whole hall knows that Tran Hao has a wife, the owner of Tan Duyet?"

“Is it transmitted so quickly?”

"Don't you know? In the business group, there is an explosion. Everyone is saying 'the husband asked to split in half and the wife slapped him in the face'."

“Who launched it?”

"I don't know. But now in the world, Tran Hao has become a joke. His salary is 60,000 yuan and he wants to share tens of millions of income with his wife every year—it's amazing."

I don't feel gloating. To be honest, when I stood on stage, looking at Tran Hao's expression... I didn't have the feeling of winning. Just feel tired. It's been three years. For three years I paid the rent, endured the coldness, and accepted being overlooked. I used to think marriage was like that — each person taking a step back. Until he said the words "split in half". That's not sharing. That is cut off. He personally drew a line between us, then walked to the opposite side. If you have drawn the line... Then I just have to stand on the right side. The phone vibrates again. Message from Tran Hao.

“Are you home?”

"I'll be home this afternoon. There's something I want to tell you."

“What?”

“Let's meet and talk.”

I put down the phone. No matter what he was going to say… my decision wouldn't change. When Tran Hao returned home, his face was so bad it was unsightly. He threw a file on the table.

“The company asked you to temporarily stop work for inspection.”

I glanced over.

"They said you hid the relationship of interests with the client, suspecting there was a problem of benefit transfer."

I looked at him.

“What do you think?”

"I didn't know at all that you were the owner of Tan Duyet! You hid it from me! Why did you hide it and let me suffer the consequences?"

"Tran Hao, I hid my identity, not my interests. The cooperation between Han Vu and Tan Duyet was my decision, but you signed an official contract, followed a legal process, without any shady transactions. If your company investigates, the results can only prove you are clean."

“So why did they suspend you?”

"Because at that party, in front of everyone, you said 'she is my wife'. The whole industry knows. Your company needs to avoid conflicts of interest."

He was stunned for a few seconds.

“So… this is also part of your calculations?”

"No. Whether or not you say that sentence is your choice. You can completely deny it."

He sat down on the sofa, both hands resting on the knees.

“Lam Vy… how much do you want to push me?”

"I never cornered you. From start to finish, every step, you did it yourself. You proposed to split the two. You brought people home. You went to the party. You said the words yourself. I only followed the rules of the game that you outlined."

He raised his head to look at me.

"For the past three years, you've earned tens of millions every year, but in front of me pretend to be an employee with a salary of 20,000 yuan. What do you want?"

“Want to see if you love me… or love my money.”

The room immediately fell silent.

"But you've already proven it—you don't love me. You love someone who 'has a lower salary than you, is worse than you, so you can stand above and look down'. Once you discovered that I was better than you, your first reaction was not happiness, but panic."

He did not object. Because you can't refute it. He's afraid of being tricked. He's afraid... he's never been on top.

“Divorce agreement, have you thought about it yet?”

He was silent for thirty seconds.

“These three years… are any of the dates real?”