The entire room fell silent.

Belinda’s eyes widened. Miles snapped his head up. “What did you just say?”

Wendy rose to her feet. “I’m done eating. You guys go ahead.”

She turned around and walked upstairs, and behind her Belinda muttered, “What’s wrong with her?”

Just as she reached the staircase, Miles chased after her and grabbed her wrist.

“What did you mean by that?”

Wendy looked back at him. “Wasn’t this what you wanted? A wedding? I agreed.”

His brows furrowed. “That was just for show! My mom just got out of the hospital. I didn’t want to upset her.”

“Yeah.” She nodded lightly. “Just do whatever you want.”

Miles studied her eyes, as though he was trying to read something in them. Finally, he replied in a low voice, “Don’t worry. I’ll withdraw the divorce application before the process is finalized.”

Wendy smiled. “All right.”

He let out a sigh of relief and reached out to touch her hair. “Good.”

Wendy tilted her head, dodged his hand, and gave him a faint smirk before turning back upstairs.

Miles stood rooted to the spot, watching her from behind. A strange unease rose in his chest.

The following day, Miles had gone to the office, and only then did Wendy emerge from the guest room.

Downstairs, Belinda was already sitting at the dining table, impatiently drumming her fingers. When she saw Wendy come down, she immediately said in a cold voice, “What are you doing? Hurry up and help me wash up!”

Normally, Wendy would have immediately gone to pour warm water, grab a towel, kneel to wash her face, brush her hair, and even put on her shoes.

Today, she merely glanced at her mother-in-law, then walked straight to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of milk, and slowly toasted a slice of bread.

Belinda’s expression darkened instantly. “Are you deaf?”

Vivian quickly interjected with a gentle voice, “Belinda, let me take care of you.”

She knelt down, awkwardly wiping her face as a faint crease slightly formed between her brows.

Wendy sat at the dining table, watching coldly, and suddenly realized how foolish she had been.

She had served Belinda for two years. She poured tea, prepared meals, cleaned up for her even when she deliberately threw food on her. Yet she had to smile while tidying everything.

Now, Vivian’s expression had already shown a trace of impatience when she was only cleaning her face.

Yet Belinda remained blissfully unaware, patting Vivian’s hand fondly. “See? Vivian’s the thoughtful one.”

After breakfast, Belinda suddenly said she wanted to go outside and get some sun.

“Wendy, push the wheelchair,” instructed Belinda.

Wendy set down her cup and replied nonchalantly, “Isn’t Vivian good at taking care of you? Let her do it.”

Belinda’s face froze. Vivian was stunned for a moment too.

“You…” Belinda was about to snap, but Vivian quickly smiled apologetically. “Belinda, I’ll push you.”

Belinda let out a cold snort, reluctantly agreeing.

The three of them went outside. Vivian pushed the wheelchair while Wendy walked beside them.

As they reached a downhill corner, Vivian suddenly cried out and slipped, shoving Wendy hard.

Wendy was caught off guard, stumbling forward. Her elbow hit the wheelchair.

The wheelchair went out of control, hurtling down the slope!

“Mother!” Wendy’s pupils dilated. She lunged instinctively, trying to grab the handle.

However, at the exact moment she reached it, Belinda suddenly spun around and shoved her!

“Get away!”

Wendy stumbled backward and fell straight into the middle of the road.

Screeching brakes pierced the air. Her body was slammed violently, crashing hard onto the pavement.

In the last agonizing second, she saw Vivian standing on the roadside, supporting Belinda with a cold smirk on her face.

“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. What reason would she have to hurt her?!”

Wendy suddenly laughed until her eyes were red.

He believed everyone except her.

She reached for the call button on the bedside.

When the nurse arrived, Wendy said directly, “Call the police.”

Miles’ face went pale. “Are you out of your mind?”

…

The police soon arrived. When they asked questions, Miles cut them off with a cold expression, “She’s mentally unstable. She has depression and often thinks people are out to get her.”

One of the officers looked at Wendy skeptically.

Wendy said in a calm voice, “I want the traffic camera footage from the intersection.”

Miles lowered his voice and said, “I’m sorry, she’s been emotionally unstable recently. I’ll take her to a psychiatrist.”

The police hesitated for a moment, then left after taking a few notes.

Once the hospital room door was closed, Miles grabbed Wendy’s shoulder. His voice was cold as ice. “Do you have to make such a scene?”

Wendy looked up at him. “I just wanted the truth.”

Miles sneered, “The truth? You’ve been playing this act since yesterday, just to ruin my mother and frame Vivian today. Wendy, you’re ruthless.”

Wendy remained silent, simply staring at him.

His chest tightened at her gaze, but the next second, Vivian burst in. Her eyes were red as she spoke, “Miles, your mother has woken up! She said Wendy pushed her!”

Miles’ expression went stone cold.

“Of course.” He released Wendy’s arm and turned to the bodyguard at the door. “Take her to the electroshock room.”

Wendy was pinned to the bed with her limbs strapped down.

Miles stood at the doorway with furrowed brows. He seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Vivian stepped forward. Then, she said in a soft voice, “Miles, your mother said her emotions are unstable right now. What if she hurts herself again?”

Miles closed his eyes briefly and instructed with a cold voice, “Begin.”

The instant the current hit, searing pain surged through Wendy’s body like a tidal wave.

She bit her lip hard, tasting blood in her mouth as the agony spread.

“Did you push her?” the doctor asked.

She did not answer.

The current struck again. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, painful sobs escaping her throat.

Miles stood nearby. His fingers slightly trembled before finally shouting, “Enough!”

Vivian pressed a hand gently against his arm and chimed in with a gentle voice, “Miles, your mother said she won’t tell the truth unless she feels some pain.”

Miles clenched his fists and turned his face away.

By the third shock, Wendy finally broke. Her voice was hoarse as she admitted, “I did it. I pushed her.”

Miles snapped his head around. Pain flashed across his eyes but was quickly replaced by coldness.

“Why didn’t you admit it earlier?” He stepped forward, reaching for her face, but she turned her head away.

His fingers hung frozen for a moment before he finally pulled them back and said in a cold, sharp tone, “Lock her up for two days. Let her cool off.”

He turned around and left.

Vivian did not rush after him. Instead, she gave the doctor a meaningful glance.

After being locked away for two days, the door swung open, and the harsh light flooded in. Wendy instinctively curled up, moving toward the corner to hide.

Miles stood at the doorway. He frowned.“What happened?”

The doctor was about to speak, but Vivian hurried in and said in a gentle tone, “Miles, Wendy’s been through enough. We should take her home quickly.”

She reached out to touch Wendy, but Wendy flinched sharply.

Wendy hung her head, long hair falling messily over her face. Her right wrist was still wrapped in bandages, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Miles stared at her. Annoyance crept into his voice. “It’s just two days, and you’re acting like this?”

The doctor hesitated to speak, but Vivian was already holding Miles' arm, interrupting with a soft voice, “Her right hand is still injured. Of course, she’s uncomfortable.”

Miles frowned, stepped forward, and reached for Wendy’s hair. “Wendy, we’re going home.”

Wendy shuddered and instinctively drew back.

Miles’ hand hung frozen in the air.

On the way back, Wendy leaned against the car window. Her eyes were hollow as she stared at the scenery outside the window streamed by.

“It’s tomorrow.” Miles suddenly spoke. His voice sounded a little hesitant. “It’s just a staged wedding between Vivian and me.”

Wendy said nothing.

“You know that. It’s just to make my mother happy.” He glanced at her from the side. “I’ll withdraw the divorce application. Nothing happened between Vivian and me.”

Still, Wendy remained silent.

Vivian, in the passenger seat, looked back and asked with a gentle voice, “Wendy, would you like to come with me to pick out a wedding dress later?”

Miles frowned. “She’s still recovering.”

“But Wendy’s been married before. She knows what styles suit someone,” Vivian blinked her eyes and replied with an innocent tone, “I needed her advice.”

Miles hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wendy. “Will you come together?”

“Fine.”

At the bridal shop, Vivian reached out to touch a gown and gave Miles a sweet smile.

“Miles, this one’s beautiful. I like it.”

Wendy jerked her head up. It was her wedding dress.

Designed by her late mother, a top-tier bridal designer, it was the last piece her mother had crafted for her daughter—a one-of-a-kind masterpiece.

After her wedding, it had been safely kept in this bridal shop.

“No.” Wendy’s voice trembled. “This is mine.”

Vivian looked at Miles with puppy-dog eyes. “But I really like it.”

Miles remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice, “Wendy, it’s just a wedding dress. Let her have it.”

Wendy stared at him in disbelief. “You know what this means!”

That dress was her mother’s last gift to her.

Miles looked away and replied in an indifferent tone, “Then we’ll order another one.”

Vivian eagerly had the staff bring the gown down for her to try on. Wendy stood frozen, fingers digging into her palms, numb to the pain.

As Vivian walked out wearing the wedding dress, the staff could not help but gasp.

“It’s gorgeous! It looks like it was made just for her!”

Vivian twirled in the gown, grinning at Wendy. “What do you think, Wendy?”

Wendy’s gaze was fixed on her. Her throat felt blocked. She could barely speak.

Miles stood to the side, his gaze conflicted. Finally, he said, “It suits you.”

Vivian’s smile grew even brighter, but suddenly she yelped and tripped, falling hard to the ground.

The dress tore with a loud rip. Wendy’s mind went blank. She lunged forward like a madwoman, pushing Vivian aside and trembling as she scooped up the damaged gown. “You did this on purpose!”

Vivian fell forward into Miles’ arms. Her eyes reddened. “I didn’t! Wendy, why did you push me?”

Miles grabbed Wendy’s wrist. “Wendy! What are you doing?”

Tears fell onto the gown as Wendy looked up at him. “This was my mother’s last gift to me.”

Miles was stunned. For a moment, he seemed to waver. However, Vivian was already sobbing on his shoulder. “Miles, it hurts so much.”

He closed his eyes and said coldly, “Stop embarrassing yourself.”

Then, he turned around and left.

The staff exchanged uneasy glances with each other and whispered,

“So sad.

“I heard it’s all because of her that Mr. Carter's mother has been bedridden for two years.”

Wendy knelt on the floor, picking up scattered diamonds and torn tulle one by one. Tears fell onto her hands, burning with pain.

She broke down, crying heartbrokenly as she held the ruined gown.

It was just like her love story, which had once shone like diamonds, but now it was shattered and worthless.