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 glance before responding to her

in the country. We

'Jessica?'

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

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

having the most beautiful legs in town. Many men had

She turned to her parents and

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

Lilian chimed in. "Do you know how many women in Hovendale are dying to be with Mr. Hawk? Better to let Jessica have him than some other

"Dad, Mom, I'm

on her heel, she started walking

has Mr. Hawk ever touched you?" Wendy stopped

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

years, you've turned into a housewife who revolves around her husband. Meanwhile, Jessica became the principal ballerina of her

word felt like a knife into Wendy's chest.

Wendy had sent the

sat alone at the

had gone cold. The cake she had carefully

was glaringly ironic, just like

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

forced her to marry Stanley in Jessica's place. Wendy had agreed

three years, Stanley remained in a coma. During those years, Wendy devoted herself to caring 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 end, her efforts paid off.

candles on

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

successful ballerina, was young, vibrant, and

was an ugly duckling, while Jessica

waking up, Stanley abandoned the ugly duckling and returned to the

let out

love; it was self-delusion. Stanley had never loved her, but she had loved him. The first

made her