The Heartbreak Prescription

One day, Wendy discovered that her husband Stanley was having an affair.

He had been seeing a college student.

It was Stanley's birthday. Wendy had prepared a table full of dishes early in the day. Just then, she heard a notification from his phone.

Ding!

He had left his phone at home.

Wendy switched it on and saw a text from the college student.

[I hurt myself when I was carrying the cake. It hurts so much.]

Attached was a selfie-not of the sender's face, but of her legs. The girl in the photo wore pulled-up white socks, black leather shoes, and a blue-and-white skirt that had been pushed up to reveal her long, slender legs. Her pale knees were visibly reddened from the bump. The youthful, vibrant image of her body paired with coquettish words exuded a forbidden allure.

People often say successful businessmen like Stanley favored this type of woman when choosing mistresses.

Wendy clutched the phone tightly, her fingers turning white from the pressure.

Ding!

Another text came from the college student.

"Mr. Hawk, see you at Cloud Hotel tonight. I want to celebrate your birthday!"

So, his mistress wanted to celebrate his birthday tonight.

Wendy grabbed her bag and headed straight to Cloud Hotel. She had to see for herself who this college student was.

She soon arrived at the hotel, ready to go in. Just then, she saw her parents, Harry and Lilian at the entrance. Surprised, she walked up to them.

"Dad, Mom, what are you doing here?" she asked.

exchanged a glance before responding to

sister's back in the country. We

'Jessica?'

floor-to-ceiling windows, Wendy spotted her sister Jessica and

the exact same blue-and-white skirt from the photo in Stanley's phone. The college student was none other than her

having the most beautiful legs in town. Many

turned to her parents and said coldly, "So

smile. "Wendy, Mr. Hawk doesn't even

chimed in. "Do you know how many women in Hovendale are dying to be

clenched her fists. "Dad, Mom,

her heel,

has Mr. Hawk ever touched you?" Wendy stopped in her

don't act like we owe you anything. Three years ago, when Stanley and Jessica were Hovendale's golden couple, everyone thought they'd get married. But then Stanley got into a

a housewife who revolves around her husband. Meanwhile, Jessica became the principal ballerina of her company. She's a

like a knife into Wendy's chest. Tears filling her eyes, she walked

the maid Mathilda

sat alone at the dining

gone cold. The cake she had carefully prepared had 'Happy Birthday, Honey' written

just

with Jessica as Stanley's cherished 'Red Rose.' But three years ago, a

from the countryside and forced her to marry Stanley in Jessica's place. Wendy had agreed willingly when she found out

herself to caring for him. She stayed by his side, gave up socializing, and focused solely on nursing him

candles on

flickering glow illuminated her reflection in the nearby mirror-a plain housewife in a dull black-and-white dress,

Jessica, now a successful ballerina, was

an ugly duckling, while Jessica was the white

the ugly duckling

out a bitter

her, but she had loved him. The first one to fall

had made her