Có thể là hình ảnh về 2 người, đồ ngủ và phòng ngủ

The last night before going to court, I called him to bed and showed my husband the right thing that made him gasp

The last night before going to court, I called my husband to bed to show him the right thing, and 30 minutes later he hugged me and asked me to come back—it was “young and green.”

My marriage with Hung lasted 6 years. At first, he pampered me to the fullest. But later, he became more and more heartless, leaving early and late at night, and his phone was always on the phone. Many times I came across love messages with other women, he refused: “It’s just friends, don’t think it’s miscellaneous.”

The culmination was 3 months ago, he publicly asked for a divorce with the reason: “We don’t get along. I want to be free.” I was silent, not holding back. In his eyes, I am just an old wife, no longer as attractive as the young “new love” out there.

The court date was set, I still fulfilled my responsibilities, took care of food, water, and laundry, as if nothing had happened. But on the last night before the trial, I decided to give him a “parting gift” — the last blow to his senses.

I called him into the room:

“You come up here, I have something to show you.”

He seemed wary, but also walked in. I opened the drawer, took out a file file, and placed it right in front of him. In it was all the evidence that he was deceived by his new lover: loan documents in his name, a fake contract signed by him, a screenshot of a message in which she discussed a plan to “squeeze” him and then disappeared.

His eyes widened, and his voice was lost:

“What… How did you get these things?”

I smiled:

“I’ve been an accountant for many years, do you think I don’t know how to trace traces? While I was engrossed in dating, I quietly collected it all. Tomorrow in court, I’ll give it to the lawyer — to see who’s ‘free’ first.”

Just 30 minutes later, from his initial arrogant appearance, he turned to hug me, his voice trembling:

“You… You’re wrong. I don’t want to get a divorce anymore, okay?”

I pushed him away slightly, looking straight at him:

“You are still young and green. Forgive not for me, but because I don’t want to waste another day on someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

The next morning, in court, he tried to hold on. But this time, I stepped out as a winner—not just in the lawsuit, but in my whole life.