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.

Lilian, caught off guard, exchanged a

country. We brought

'Jessica?'

floor-to-ceiling windows, Wendy spotted her

the photo in Stanley's phone. The college student was none other

always 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 charm. And

parents and said

"Wendy, Mr. Hawk doesn't even like

know how many women in Hovendale are dying to be with Mr. Hawk? Better to let Jessica have

"Dad, Mom, I'm your

her heel,

Mr. Hawk

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

Meanwhile, Jessica became the principal ballerina of her

word felt like a knife into Wendy's chest.

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

alone at the

had gone cold. The cake she had carefully

glaringly ironic, just like her

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

her to marry Stanley in Jessica's place. Wendy had agreed willingly when she

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

candles

nearby mirror-a plain housewife in a dull black-and-white dress, devoid

ballerina,

an ugly duckling, while Jessica

duckling and

out a bitter

it was self-delusion. Stanley had never loved her, but she had loved him. The first one to fall in

made her lose