Chapter 12 — You Lost Me In The Paris Snow Season

Manh Nha's livestream starts at 8 pm. She was wearing a white dress and extremely light makeup. As soon as the camera turned on, her eyes were red: "I'm not here to sell carpets. I just want to tell the truth." As soon as he finished speaking, the comment screen was filled with lines of comfort and sadness. She trembled as she told him that she had known Ha Thua Chu when she first graduated. That he was gentle and thoughtful, promising that his marriage was rotten in name only. That his wife is a strong, cold person who controls his life and finances. I sat in a hotel in Paris, calmly watching. Next to it is a computer connected to lawyer Luong. He had all the documents ready. Manh Nha cried more and more deeply: "The night he was injured, I was really scared to death. But Tham Tri Y's first reaction was not to worry about him. She forced me to pay money. She locked my card and sealed my house. I'm just an ordinary girl, I don't understand why I have to endure these things." In the comments section, people started cursing me. I'm not angry. When someone wants to whiten themselves, they always have to defame someone else first. This is the moment I've been waiting for. Manh Nha wiped her tears and continued: "I didn't ask for those gifts. He insisted on forcing me to accept them. He said I deserved to be loved. He said Tham Tri Y never understood him." The moment she uttered that sentence, the number of livestream viewers skyrocketed to its peak. Lawyer Luong looked at me: "Okay." I nodded. Thirty seconds later, the first batch of evidence was released from the attorney's office account. Supplementary card statement. Receipts for purchases of handbags and jewelry. Transaction of deposit to buy apartment. Screenshot of Manh Nha's social network. All irrelevant information is obscured, but where it needs to be seen clearly, the tension does not slip away. The livestream comment box immediately reversed. Someone asked: *How can an ordinary girl earn more than 3 million yuan in three years?* Someone asked: *You said you didn't know he was married, why did it say on social networks "unexpectedly given by Mr. Thua Chu"?* Someone asked: *Did he also voluntarily force you to accept the house deposit?* Seeing those comments, Manh Nha's face was clearly flustered. The program MC also became confused: "Miss Manh, what do you think about these documents?" Manh Nha bit her lip: "I don't know. When he gave it to me, he didn't say it was marital property." I smiled softly. Lawyer Luong continued to release the second round of evidence. Photo cut from surveillance camera shows her and Ha's mother shopping for handbags together. Attached is a recording of Ha's mother: "It's okay if this is a little expensive. After all, Thua Chu likes you. The kind of woman like Tam Tri Y, using good things is a waste." Livestream really exploded. Manh Nha's tears choked on her face. MC panicked and tried to change the subject. But a third batch of evidence has emerged. Transfer history from her ex-boyfriend. In the text message, she promised to invest in an apartment. There was a recording of her proclaiming that she was still single, and a recording of her scolding her ex-boyfriend for being poor. The agreement in the livestream turned into a wave of ridicule. Manh Nha stood up: "These are all fake!" She screamed high-pitched, completely different from her weak appearance a few minutes ago. The MC quickly advised her to sit down, but she forcefully pushed the MC away: "Tham Tri Y, did you do it? Are you watching it right? What are you basing on to destroy me?" I don't answer. Because it doesn't stop there. Attorney Luong released his final statement:

"The stabbing incident has been handled by the police according to the law. Ms. Tham did not cover up illegal acts. However, Ms. Manh Nha caused consequences from economic and emotional disputes, so must bear corresponding civil liability. At the same time, Ms. Tham will collect common property during the marriage in accordance with the law."

The livestream was forced to disconnect. The moment the screen turned off, Manh Nha's face was as white as paper. I turned off the browser. Lawyer Luong said: "This time she has stopped pretending to be innocent." I replied: "She is not inherently naive." Domestically, Ha Thua Chu also watched the entire livestream. Duong Tranh later recounted that as soon as the livestream turned off, Ha Thua Chu sat on the bed for a long time without moving. Ha's mother cried and cursed Manh Nha, but she seemed to forget that she was also part of that evidence. At 10:30 p.m., Ha Thua Chu proactively contacted lawyer Luong. He said he agreed to sign a divorce agreement. But with one condition: Want to meet me once. Lawyer Luong conveyed his words to me. I only answered with two words: "No." Half an hour later, Duong Tranh sent me a photo. Ha Thua Chu sat on the hospital bed, clutching the wedding ring. The gauze was soaked in blood again. I just took a look and then deleted it. However, just as I was about to take a nap, lawyer Luong suddenly called. His voice was more serious than usual: "Miss Tham, Ha Thua Chu just received a pregnancy ultrasound card. Manh Nha announced that she is pregnant." I held the phone and stood silently by the window. Paris night is as quiet as water. Lawyer Luong continued: "But I checked, the number of weeks of pregnancy does not match. If she intends to use this to force conditions, we can completely reveal the remaining dark side."