I almost laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was ridiculous.
After ten years together…
After everything I had sacrificed for Lam Tu Mac…
He actually believed I would risk my own car just to hurt his assistant.
I looked at him.
The man standing in front of me no longer looked like the person who once held my hand when we had nothing.
He looked like a stranger protecting another woman.
—You think I did this deliberately?
My voice was calm.
That seemed to surprise him.
Han Dinh immediately stepped forward.
—Miss Te Tuyet, don’t misunderstand. Mr. Lam is just angry because this car is new.
She touched the damaged bumper with a painful expression.
—He spent a lot of time choosing it.
I looked at her.
Then at the Porsche.
Then back at Lam Tu Mac.
—So?
He frowned.
—What do you mean?
I smiled slightly.
—A car is more important than the person who helped build the company?
His expression changed.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
Because I knew him too well.
—Don’t bring up the company.
He said coldly.
—This is about your attitude.
My attitude.
Again.
For ten years, whenever Han Dinh appeared, everything became my fault.
Her crying.
My fault.
Her misunderstanding.
My fault.
Her uncomfortable feelings.
My fault.
I suddenly wondered…
When did I become the villain in my own life?
The police arrived soon after.
The officer checked the cameras.
Everyone waited.
Especially Han Dinh.
She stood beside Lam Tu Mac confidently.
Because she believed the evidence would prove her innocence.
Ten minutes later, the officer came back.
—Miss Te Tuyet is not responsible.
Everyone froze.
Han Dinh’s smile disappeared.
The officer continued:
—The rear vehicle accelerated suddenly.
—The driver behind failed to keep a safe distance.
He looked at Lam Tu Mac.
—The responsibility belongs to this vehicle.
Silence.
I looked at Han Dinh.
Her face became pale.
Lam Tu Mac’s expression darkened.
—Impossible.
The officer frowned.
—Sir, we have camera footage.
Impossible.
He couldn’t accept that.
Not because of the accident.
Because he had already decided I was guilty.
I got back into my car.
Before closing the door, I heard Han Dinh’s voice.
—Tu Mac…
Soft.
Fragile.
The same voice that always worked on him.
—I’m sorry.
—I didn’t expect things to become like this.
Immediately, his expression softened.
That scene was so familiar.
A year ago.
At the company’s annual meeting.
Han Dinh spilled coffee on a client’s contract.
Everyone blamed her.
She cried.
She said she felt useless.
Then Lam Tu Mac transferred my entire yearly bonus to her as compensation.
I still remembered standing in his office.
Asking:
—Why?
He answered:
—She’s new.
—You are more experienced. You should understand.
At that moment, I understood.
In his heart…
I was not someone he protected.
I was someone he expected to endure.
The next morning, I received a call from the company’s legal department.
—Miss Te, are you sure about resigning?
I smiled.
—Yes.
The lawyer hesitated.
—But there is another issue.
—What issue?
A pause.
Then:
—According to the shareholder documents, you still own 48% of the company.
I looked out the window.
Of course.
Lam Tu Mac probably forgot.
The company was never only his.
When we started, he had the idea.
I had the money.
I had the connections.
I had the investors.
I had built the foundation.
But after years of calling him “President Lam”…
Everyone forgot another name on the documents.
Mine.
At noon, an emergency shareholder meeting was announced.
The reason:
“Major shareholder change.”
Everyone thought Lam Tu Mac was going to explain my resignation.
They thought I had lost.
They thought I had left because I was jealous.
I entered the conference room quietly.
The entire room became silent.
Lam Tu Mac looked surprised.
—Why are you here?
I placed a folder on the table.
—Because this meeting concerns my company.
His expression changed.
—Your company?
I opened the documents.
The first page.
Share ownership agreement.
The second.
Founder agreement.
The third.
Investment records from ten years ago.
Everyone became silent.
One executive stood up.
—Miss Te…
—You were the original investor?
I nodded.
Han Dinh’s face slowly turned white.
Because she finally understood.
The woman she thought she had defeated…
Was the person who had the power to remove her.
Lam Tu Mac stared at the documents.
For a long time.
Then he looked at me.
—Why didn’t you tell me?
I almost smiled.
—You never asked.
Silence.
That sentence hurt him more than anger.
Because it was true.
He had spent years assuming he knew everything about me.
But he never actually looked.
The next announcement shocked everyone.
I transferred my shares.
Not to Lam Tu Mac.
Not to Han Dinh.
To an external investment group.
The company would undergo restructuring.
Including management changes.
Lam Tu Mac stood up immediately.
—Wait.
For the first time…
His voice was not arrogant.
It was afraid.
—You can’t do this.
I looked at him.
—Why not?
—Because this company is our dream.
I nodded slowly.
—It was.
Past tense.
His face changed.
—Ten years ago, we built it together.
—But somewhere along the way, you forgot who was standing beside you.
I picked up my bag.
—You wanted to choose someone else.
—So I chose myself.
Three months later, Lam Tu Mac lost his position as CEO.
Han Dinh left the company shortly after.
People said she only liked his status.
People said she disappeared when he had nothing left.
I didn’t care.
Because for the first time in ten years…
I wasn’t watching someone else receive what I had earned.
I was building something that belonged only to me.
Six months later, I met Lam Tu Mac again.
At a business dinner.
He looked different.
Tired.
Older.
He stood in front of me for a long time.
Then said:
—Te Tuyet.
I nodded.
—Mr. Lam.
That title made him freeze.
Because once…
He was the only person who called me by my name.
—Do you really hate me?
I thought about it.
Then shook my head.
—No.
He looked surprised.
—Then why did you leave?
I smiled.
—Because one day I realized something.
—You didn’t lose me when I walked away.
—You lost me every day you chose someone else while I was still standing there.
He lowered his head.
No argument.
No excuse.
Nothing.
Because for once…
He finally understood.
The day I left the company, everyone thought I had lost everything.
They were wrong.
I didn’t lose a company.
I didn’t lose a man.
I didn’t lose ten years.
I simply stopped investing in something that had already stopped valuing me.
And sometimes…
The greatest revenge is not destroying someone who hurt you.
It is becoming so successful without them…
That they finally understand they were never the reason you succeeded.
