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.

caught off guard, exchanged a glance before

the country. We brought

'Jessica?'

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

was wearing the exact same blue-and-white skirt from the photo in Stanley's phone. The college

beauty, known as the 'Red Rose of Hovendale,' and she was famed for having the most beautiful legs in town. Many men had been captivated by her charm. And now, her darling sister was

She turned to her parents and said coldly,

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

are dying to be with Mr. Hawk? Better to let Jessica have

"Dad, Mom, I'm your daughter

on her heel, she

called after her. "Wendy, tell me has Mr. Hawk ever touched you?" Wendy stopped in

voice turned sharp. "Wendy, 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 car accident and went

revolves around her husband. Meanwhile, Jessica became the principal ballerina of her company. She's a white swan, and you're just an ugly duckling. What do you have to compete with Jessica? Just give Mr. Hawk back

Wendy's chest. Tears filling her eyes, she walked

had sent the

sat alone at the

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

just like

had been the golden couple of Hovendale, with Jessica as Stanley's cherished 'Red Rose.' But three years ago, a

to marry Stanley in Jessica's place. Wendy had agreed willingly when she found out it was Stanley-the man she had loved all

those years, Wendy devoted herself to caring for him. She stayed by his side, gave up socializing, and

the candles on the

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

ballerina, was young, vibrant, and

ugly duckling, while

the ugly duckling and returned to the white

out a bitter

had never loved her, but she had loved him. The first one to fall in love always

made her