บททั้งหมดของ When the Wind Carries My Heartache: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

The dress lay on the floor.Vincent Carter narrowed his eyes and kicked the dress aside. It felt as though the kick landed right on my face."If you still want to get married, stop overreacting all the time. Stop making a scene. Emily and I have things to deal with. Go home and reflect on your behavior."It was the same accusatory words as always. But this time, I felt nothing at all.After walking out, I sent the photo I'd just taken of the two of them hugging to the family group chat.Then, I added, "Congratulations to Vincent on his new relationship. The wedding's off."Vincent, who rarely replied in the group, quickly explained, "We were just leaning in to look at a file."Then came another round of accusations, saying I was overly sensitive and suspicious."Charlene, do you have to keep making a scene just because I didn't bring you to a business meeting? I didn't say anything when you went shopping with another guy, did I?"Instantly, the group chat was bombarded with ne

"Come downstairs for a bit. Emily's not feeling well. I'm taking her out to get some medicine. Make her a bowl of ginger soup, and remember to take the ginger pieces out. Hurry up."I listened to Vincent's voice message, a little dazed.In the past, whenever I cooked something with ginger in it, he would scold me endlessly for it, saying that someone like me would be fired even if I were a live-in maid.It turned out that he wasn't the one who couldn't eat ginger.I tossed my phone aside, not planning to respond. But after a moment, I decided to go down and take a look anyway.Vincent was gently massaging Emily's lower abdomen.The second he saw me, his face darkened."Took you long enough. I asked you to come down, not drag your feet. I really don't know what you're even good for."Emily reached out, placing her hand over his lips gently."Vince, don't say that. It was my fault for asking you to come here.""Alright, enough. Emily needs you. Why are you still standing there?

Vincent's voice was cold and hard, his eyes locked tightly onto me.I casually deleted the message. "It's a spam message."Vincent's expression softened a little."Yeah, figured. You wouldn't dare leave me anyway. No one else would want you. Next up are departmental reports. You wouldn't understand any of it, so just go home. Clean up the place while you're at it."Not responding, I quietly stood up and walked toward the door.Emily had been watching me the whole time.When she saw me getting up, she eagerly stepped forward to stop me from leaving.As she passed by me, she "accidentally" knocked over the glass of hot water.The scalding liquid splashed across my arm and leg."Ah!"Vincent reached out, trying to steady me. But Emily suddenly stumbled, falling straight into Vincent's arms.Just like that, they ended up in each other's embrace right in front of me.That entire glass of hot water landed squarely on me.In an instant, a dull, throbbing pain overtook my senses.

Vincent's sudden appearance caught me off guard.I had no idea how he found out where I was, but there he was, standing right in front of me.He looked different now.The dark circles under his eyes showed he hadn't been sleeping well."Charlene, why did you do that? Do you have any idea how much effort I put in—how much I sacrificed—to make all this happen? That company was ours, and you've ruined it! Don't you know how much I gave up for our future?"I frowned, staring at him in confusion."Vincent, that was all your own doing. You can't blame anyone else. And why are you talking about sacrifices now?" I refuted while looking at him with thinly veiled mockery.I could see it clearly—his righteous outrage was already shifting into guilt.Of course. How could he not know? Every single thing he did was a betrayal of our relationship."I've only seen Emily as a sister. We're not what you think we are. We grew up together. Even if there's a bond between us, it's purely sibling af

"I got this burn mark because your beloved 'sister' poured hot water on me. This one, I got it from broken glass during an installation. I was bleeding nonstop, but you only cared about calling me useless. And this, I was in a car accident while delivering a piece of clothing to your banquet."I looked up at Vincent, wishing I could slash his throat with a single stroke."Do you even remember that piece of clothing?"Vincent's lips were tightly pressed together, his hands gripping that gift box.So, he remembered.That banquet was supposed to be for couples. Vincent thought I was embarrassing, so I wasn't allowed to attend.But out of nowhere, he'd asked me to deliver a box of clothes.It was windy that day. I could barely keep my eyes open as I walked outside.Just as I was about to run into the street to hail a cab, a car came out of nowhere and hit me.I didn't even have time to call the police. Vincent was blowing up my phone, pushing me to hurry, so I forced myself to hea