Chapter 6 — The Sick Love Trap

9After ending my relationship with Pho Tuan, I quit my job at Pho Thi, moved out of the apartment he bought, and moved my mother to the current apartment complex. The environment here is quite good, it's just that the elevator often breaks down, luckily we are on a low floor. Going to the fifth floor, I saw someone leaning against the wall next to the emergency exit, the end of a cigarette glowing red in the darkness very clearly. Sensor lights were installed in the emergency staircase, but my footsteps were light, and for a moment I couldn't see clearly who that person was. But it doesn't really matter, I'm not in the mood to say hello. Every day at my new job I work overtime, I'm exhausted, and now I just want to lie down on the bed. Just as his hand touched the door handle, the other person spoke, his voice hoarse and low: "Hua Te, do you remember me?" The sensor light turned on. My breath suddenly caught, I turned my head to look - Pho Tuan leaned wearily against the wall. He had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were full of blood, his dark circles were grayish blue, as if he hadn't slept properly for a long time. Not seeing my answer, he softly asked again: "Do you remember me?" I suddenly felt annoyed and coldly snorted: "No. You don't deserve me to remember." I pressed the doorknob and was about to leave, but he pressed my hand tightly and continued: "But I miss you very much." He smelled of alcohol, he must have drunk something some kid poured for him, then ran to me crazy. I yanked my hand away, my voice harsh: "What? Those boys can't satisfy the young master?" He bowed his head, laughed lowly, a smile flashed in his eyes: "You really care, don't you?" Anger flared up, I didn't want to get involved any further, turned around, opened the door and left. But Pho Tuan suddenly hugged my waist tightly from behind, put his hand on the door, and forcefully closed it. "Let go." I shouted. “Don't let go.” He refused straight away, hugging tighter. I tried to remove his hand, but he forcefully forced me to lean against the emergency exit, then rummaged through my bag. Soon, he took out his phone, unlocked it, and showed me the surveillance footage in the hotel. That night, after entering the hotel, he gave the boy some money and told him to find a room himself. As for him, he sat on the stairs, looked out the door, and soon called a car to go home. "Hua Te, there's no one else. I just need you. I've saved the other surveillance footage, so you can watch slowly. I only go to the bar to drink, I've never made a scene." He leaned down and rubbed my neck, his voice hoarse, carrying a bit of coddling: "Baby, I miss you like crazy, I can't be without you. Brother, help me." let's go... okay?” My whole body trembled. He rarely calls me "brother", usually just calls me "uncle", or "baby", "darling wife", "treasure". Only once did he call me that. Half a year ago, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctor said surgery was very risky, but without surgery, he would soon be paralyzed. I ultimately chose surgery. Before entering the operating room, Pho Tuan held my hand and said, "Don't be afraid." At that time, I thought he was just comforting me to relieve my stress. It wasn't until I got out of the surgery that I heard from Mrs. Lam that he said a lot of strange things to her that day, as if he was arranging the aftermath. I just understood, the "don't be afraid" thing he said... was that even if I went down to the golden stream, he wouldn't let me go alone. I always know that Pho Tuan is best at capturing people's hearts. He knew I was soft-hearted, so he deliberately repeated that story to stimulate me. I also understand that if I don't agree, he has other ways. Whether it was detention or intimidation, he didn't care. His goal was simple — to keep me here. But now he is more greedy, not only wanting me by his side, but also wanting me body and mind. Extreme tricks he only uses when he has no choice. Now, he has a more sophisticated way. From behind, he didn't say more, just kept kissing the back of my neck, his hands tightening around my waist. "Okay."