When the Wind Carries My Heartache

We have been dating for ten years, but Vincent Carter has never been romantic toward me.

However, before our wedding, he has someone deliver a delicate bracelet and an elegant dress to me.

I take photos of them happily, only to find a card tucked inside the dress that's not addressed to me.

Just as I'm about to contact Vincent, I see a post from Emily Foster, his childhood sweetheart, on her social media.

"Someone stole something that belongs to me!"

That's also how I find out Vincent has also bought her an apartment.

The address stated on the card is for the unit downstairs.

The gift is meant for unit 701, but it's delivered to me by mistake.

I pick up the items and go downstairs, just in time to see Vincent gently comforting her in his arms.

The moment he sees me, his face darkens with irritation.

"Can you stop overreacting? You're always suspicious for no reason. Emily and I grew up together. If we were going to be together, you wouldn't even be in the picture!"

If it were before, I would've been furious and demanded an explanation.

But now, I simply let out a chuckle and toss the gifts onto him.

"I wish you both the best, then."

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 new messages.

My dad started sending several long voice notes in the group.

He scolded me, saying I should be grateful Vincent was even willing to marry me, that this was just a mistake all men would make.

After yelling at me, he warned me to make up with Vincent.

Those words kept ringing in my ears.

If people didn't know any better, they might have thought he was Vincent's father.

After my mom passed away, my dad started drinking and yelling at me every day.

I grew up under years of shouting and hitting. When I met Vincent, I thought he would be my salvation.

But ten years