บททั้งหมดของ Seven Years of Winter Before Spring: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

After Miles Carter’s mother became bedridden and tore up their marriage certificate for the ninth time this year, Wendy Yanes felt utterly exhausted.She looked down at the torn certificate in her hands. It was stained with the soup Belinda Howard had thrown earlier. Every time Belinda lost her temper, their marriage certificate seemed to be the first she reached out for. “What are you staring at?” Belinda leaned against the hospital bed. Her voice was sharp. “If it weren’t for you, would I even be lying here in this damn bed?”Wendy quietly picked up the pieces from the floor. Her fingers were cut by the sharp edges of the paper. She kept silent, merely brushing the soup stains from her white dress.“Stop playing the victim!” Belinda grabbed the water cup from the bedside, ready to throw it. “Get out! Just seeing you annoys me!”The cup whizzed past Wendy’s ear and smashed against the wall, shattering into pieces.She slowly stepped out of the room, gently closed the door b

Wendy went downstairs and saw Belinda seated in a wheelchair as Vivian pushed her inside, followed by a whole group of people carrying boxes and luggage.“Well, look who finally decided to come downstairs.” Belinda lifted her eyelids with a cold smirk. “I thought you were planning to hide in your room for the rest of your life.”Vivian stood beside her, holding a cup of tea. She said gently, “Belinda has just finished rehab. The doctor said she needs to walk around more.”“Rehab?” Wendy’s gaze dropped to her legs.Belinda patted her knees smugly. “Surprised? The doctor says I’m recovering well. Give it a little more time and I’ll be fully healed.”She pointed upstairs. “Vivian will be living here from today on. It’ll be more convenient for her to take care of me. Whether you agree or not doesn’t matter.”Wendy said nothing. She put on a faint smile and looked toward Miles.He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, “Wendy has already agreed.”Belinda froze for a moment, then l

“Are you awake?” Miles’ voice came from beside her.Wendy turned her head with effort and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his brows furrowed. A flicker of concern in his eyes was quickly replaced by anger.“Do you realize you’ve fractured a bone?” His voice was low and tense. “The doctor said if it had been even slightly worse, you could have died!”Wendy’s throat felt dry as she opened her mouth. “It was Vivian who pushed me.”Miles’ expression darkened instantly. “At this point, you’re still blaming someone else?”“I’m not!” Wendy struggled to sit up. “It was your mother who shoved me into traffic!”“That’s enough!” Miles jumped to his feet. Fury flashed across his eyes. “My mom just woke up and said you pushed her! Vivian saw with her own eyes that you hit the wheelchair!”Wendy stared at him. “Check the security cameras.”“Check the cameras?” Miles grabbed her wrist. His voice was tight with anger. “Do you know who my mother is? Vivian is such a gentle person. W

Wendy stood in the corner of the wedding hall. Her fingers dug into her palms.Tomorrow was the day.Tomorrow was the day their divorce was finalized. She could finally leave this place for good.However, she had to watch Miles marry Vivian with her own eyes today.The red carpet was lined with guests, and Belinda sat in her wheelchair, smiling brightly.Music swelled, and Miles, sharp in a black suit, walked slowly down the aisle with Vivian’s arm in his.Wendy’s mind drifted to her own wedding day.The same hall. The same red carpet. Miles’s hands were sweaty with nerves, yet he gripped hers tightly and whispered in her ears, “Wendy, I finally get to marry you.”Now, he walked with another woman, calmly tracing the path they had once walked together.A tear fell before she could stop it. Wendy quickly wiped it away, but the murmurs of the guests reached her ears.“Isn’t that Mr. Carter’s ex-wife? How dare she show her face here?”“Isn't she mentally unstable? She nearly ki

The steam from the hot spring swirled in the air as Miles leaned against the edge of the pool, letting the warm water soothe his tense nerves.Belinda sat in her wheelchair, slowly wheeled closer to the pool by Vivian. There was a satisfied smile on her face. “This place is well-chosen. It’s much better than being at home.”Miles smiled, brushing the damp strands of hair from her face. “Mom, your legs are fine now. Don’t soak for too long.”She patted his hand. Her tone was unusually gentle. “Don’t worry, I know my limits.”Vivian stood nearby, offering a towel. “Belinda, please wipe your face.”Belinda nodded, then glanced at Miles. “Vivian is much more thoughtful than that certain someone.”The smile on Miles’ lips faded slightly. He did not respond.While gazing at the distant mountains, his thoughts drifted to Wendy. She would never fawn over Belinda like this, yet whenever Belinda was ill, Wendy had quietly stayed by her side—preparing medicine, cleaning, and changing she