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.

and Lilian, caught off guard, exchanged a glance before

the country. We brought her here,"

'Jessica?'

the hotel's gleaming floor-to-ceiling windows, Wendy spotted her

same blue-and-white skirt from the photo in Stanley's

the most beautiful legs in town. Many men had been captivated by

She turned to her parents and said coldly, "So I'm the

smile. "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

fists. "Dad,

her heel, she started

"Wendy, tell me has Mr. Hawk ever touched you?" Wendy stopped

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 into a coma. That's the only

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.

Wendy's chest. Tears filling her

Wendy had sent the maid Mathilda home,

sat alone at

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

was glaringly ironic, just like her existence-a

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

from the countryside and forced her to marry Stanley in Jessica's place.

years, Stanley remained in a coma. During those years, Wendy devoted herself to caring for him. She stayed by his side, gave up

lit the candles

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

Jessica, now a successful ballerina, was young, vibrant,

while Jessica was the

waking up, Stanley abandoned the ugly duckling

let out

loved her, but she had loved him. The first

Stanley had made her