The Heartbreak Prescription

Wendy was also staring at him. Her tone was light but firm as she repeated, "Let's get a divorce, Stanley. Do you like your birthday gift?"

Stanley didn't bat an eyelid. "You're asking for a divorce just because I didn't celebrate my birthday with you?"

"Jessica has returned, hasn't she?"

At the mention of Jessica, Stanley's thin lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Are you bothered by Jessica?"

Stanley, known as the youngest business prodigy alive, exuded an aura of power, wealth, and status. As he approached, Wendy instinctively stepped back, her slender back pressing against the cold wall.

Her vision went dark as Stanley leaned in. He propped one hand against the wall beside her, trapping her between his firm chest and the wall.

Looking down at her with his deep, striking eyes, Stanley sneered.

"Everyone in Hovendale knows Jessica was the one I intended to marry. Weren't you aware when you schemed to replace her and became Mrs. Hawk? You didn't mind then, so why act all self-righteous now?"

Wendy's face turned pale.

Yes, Stanley had wanted to marry Jessica. If not for the accident that left him in a coma, how could Wendy have married him?

She would never forget the day he woke up. The disappointment and coldness in his eyes when he saw her was devastating.

Since then, they had lived in separate rooms. He never touched her.

He loved Jessica.

Wendy had always known this, but...

She gazed deeply at Stanley's face, the grown man overlapping in her mind with the young boy from years ago.

'Stanley, do you really not remember me?'

It turned out she had been standing in place all along, waiting for someone that no longer existed.

It was enough.

These three years were just her one-sided effort to cherish him.

Suppressing the ache in her heart, Wendy said softly, "Stanley, let's end this loveless marriage."

his deep, magnetic voice

her crimson lips in a provocative motion. "Is that why? Are you asking for a divorce because of that?

flushed red like a ripe berry, vibrant

what

and toying with them. She hadn't expected such a composed and distinguished man to have such a

dressed in monotonous black-and-white outfits, paired with oversized black-framed glasses, presenting herself like

his palm, and her delicate features exuded a quiet

surface springing back

stirred an unbidden

be so eager. You're that desperate

Slap!

the face.

trembled with anger. She realized that loving someone too humbly only led to her dignity being trampled on. He had

thinking about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your wishes and return Mrs. Hawk's title

and sullen. A man of his stature

"Wendy, you married me when it was

just because you feel

let out a

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

the pain in her heart and said what she knew would hurt him. "You're just a toy I took from Jessica. I'm done playing, so

point where it could drip with venom. "Fine! Wendy, you're something else. Let's divorce,

study

Slowly, she slid down the wall, crouching on the carpet. Hugging her knees, she whispered to herself, 'Stanley, I

next morning, Mathilda entered the

seated at his desk, reviewing documents. He was a notorious

greeted

at his foul mood. It

placed a cup of coffee by his hand. "Sir, this coffee

paused mid-air, his cold expression softening

she trying to

to his preferences, hand- washed his

taking a sip. It

he was still