Chapter 2 — I'm the One You Can't Reach

Pho Dinh Xuyen immediately grabbed my wrist.

"Stop for me! There are more than two hundred guests waiting outside. Now that you're making such a mess, where are you going to let me throw your face away?"

I lowered my head to look at the hand that was squeezing my wrist. His nails dug deep into my skin. It's been seven years. Every time we quarrel, it's like that. He always held me tight, using the so-called face, guests, and big picture to force me to give in. Before... I compromised every time. But today is different. Because before today, another message appeared on my phone. The sender is a phone number that does not exist. The content is very short, only a few lines. The timestamp displays... It's ten years later. That message told me... If I don't leave today, then in the next ten years, Pho Dinh Xuyen will step by step force me to the end just because of Lam Dao. I don't know if that message is real or fake. But I know... I no longer want to go check it out for myself anymore.

"Let go."

"Tham Tri Ha!"

"I said, let go."

I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes. Maybe my expression was too calm. To the point that Pho Dinh Xuyen's fingers also unconsciously loosened. I pulled out my wrist. Didn't even rub it once, even though there was already a bright red ring on it. At that moment, Lam Dao stepped forward and timidly pulled Pho Dinh Xuyen's sleeve.

"Mr. Dinh Xuyen, don't force Tri Ha anymore. It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, the two of us wouldn't be arguing. Or... I'll go first."

As she spoke, she adjusted the haute couture wedding dress she was wearing. It's my wedding dress. Tailored according to my measurements. She wore it two sizes too big, and had to pin it in place at the back to barely fit her. I don't know when she wore it. But I don't want to know anymore. I walked in front of her. Lam Dao looked up at me with teary eyes. I immediately grabbed the shoulder strap of her dress and forcefully pulled it down.

"You don't deserve to wear my clothes."

Lam Dao staggered back, tears flowing more intensely. Pho Dinh Xuyen immediately rushed forward to block her face and roared at me:

"Tham Tri Ha, are you crazy?"

His eyes were bloodshot with anger.

"If you want to go, just go! It's best not to come back for the rest of your life!"

I pulled my suitcase and walked towards the door. After taking two steps, I stopped.

"Just as I wanted."

I never turned around. The suitcase wheel rolled on the marble floor of the hotel lobby, emitting a clear echo. No one holds me back. At the door, Pho Dinh Xuyen's assistant Tieu Trieu tried to run after him. I just glanced at him slightly. His steps immediately stopped.

"Miss... Miss Tham..."

"I asked you to leave a message with your boss."

"What he owes me..."

"I'll count each item one by one."

Outside the hotel, the rain was pouring. I stood under the porch and took out a spare phone from my bag. Only one phone number is stored in the device. I pressed call. Just say one sentence.

"Come pick me up."

The heavy rain seemed to swallow the whole city. Three minutes later. A Rolls-Royce Phantom with a beautiful Kinh A license plate slowly passed through the rain and stopped in front of me. The car door opens. Two bodyguards dressed in black opened their umbrellas and stepped down, simultaneously bowing ninety degrees.

"Miss, welcome you go home."

I sat in the back seat. The temperature of the leather seats is just right. The car has a gentle scent of white tea. The soundproof glass panel behind the passenger seat slowly lowered halfway. A long, slender hand with clear joints brought a cup of hot black tea in front of me.

"Have you played enough yet?"

The voice was low, carrying a lazy smile. I don't accept. Through the rearview mirror, I saw Pho Dinh Xuyen rushing out of the hotel. He stood in the middle of the rain, his hair wet, his clothes sticking to his body. When he saw me getting into that car... The expression on his face gradually changed from anger to bewilderment. I withdrew my gaze. The Rolls-Royce quietly drove into the night rain. I took a sip of black tea. Still not as hot as the seven years of sadness in my heart. Deputy Dinh Xuyen called me thirty-seven times. In response he was only informed... Subscriber has been blocked. I know that. Because Tieu Trieu sent me WeChat. Extremely careful phrasing.

"Miss Tham, General Manager Pho is very worried about you."

I conveniently deleted Tieu Trieu as well. How would I know what happened after that? Because the Tham family's security team is monitoring all of Pho Dinh Xuyen's communications twenty-four hours a day. The next day I left. Pho Dinh Xuyen returned to the makeup room behind the scenes. That's when he discovered... The table was empty. My lipstick. My hair clip. The slippers I've been wearing for three years. All have been taken away. Even the spare key... I hung it back on the door handle. According to surveillance camera images. At that moment, he broke two glasses at once. Everything is recorded extremely clearly. Lam Dao stood in the corner. He held up the glass of warm water he had just given with both hands and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Dinh Xuyen... it's all because of me. If it weren't for you, Tri Ha wouldn't have left."

Pho Dinh Xuyen angrily threw her hand away.

"I'll go home first."

Lam Dao's tears fell again. But this time... No one gave her tissues anymore. Three days later. I'm cleaning out old stuff in my old apartment in the suburbs. I intentionally kept this address. The apartment lease still has two months left to expire. I don't pay the house. Because I know... Pho Dinh Xuyen will definitely come. The person he is... Actually, it's not that he can't bear to leave me. It's that I can't accept... Being dumped by someone else. Just then the doorbell rang.