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.

Lilian, caught off guard, exchanged a glance before responding to her

sister's back in the country. We

'Jessica?'

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

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

been a 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

her parents and said

"Wendy, Mr. Hawk

Wendy," Lilian chimed in. "Do you know how many women in Hovendale are dying to be with Mr. Hawk? Better to let

fists. "Dad, Mom, I'm your

her heel, she

me has Mr. Hawk ever touched

Stanley and Jessica were Hovendale's golden couple, everyone thought they'd get married. But then Stanley got into a car accident and went into a coma. That's the only reason we had

gave Wendy a disdainful once-over. "Look at yourself, Wendy. In the past three years, you've turned into a housewife who 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 to

a knife into Wendy's chest. Tears

had fallen. Wendy had sent the maid Mathilda home, so

sat alone at the

had gone cold. The cake she had carefully prepared

glaringly ironic, just like her

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

her to marry Stanley in Jessica's place.

for him. She stayed by his side, gave up socializing, and focused solely on nursing him back to health, living as a dutiful housewife. In

the candles on the

in the nearby mirror-a plain housewife in a dull black-and-white

now a successful ballerina,

was an ugly duckling, while

ugly duckling and returned to the white

let out

loved her, but she had loved him. The

had made her

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