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."

deep,

raised his hand, gripping her delicate chin, his thumb brushing against her crimson lips in a provocative motion. "Is that why? Are you asking for a divorce because of that?

flushed red like

wasn't what

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

was seeing Wendy up close for the first time. She usually dressed in monotonous

he realized her face was barely the size of his palm, and her delicate features exuded a quiet elegance beneath those glasses.

back with a subtle

stirred an

darkened. "I didn't expect you to be so eager. You're

Slap!

her hand and slapped him across the face. Stanley's handsome face tilted to the

that loving someone too humbly only led to her dignity

you've never stopped thinking about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your

sullen. A man of his stature had never

sharp gaze locked onto her. "Wendy,

now you want a divorce just because

let out a soft chuckle.

"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 I'm tossing

drip with venom. "Fine! Wendy, you're something else. Let's divorce, but don't come crying back to me, begging for

study door shut

down the wall, crouching on

morning, Mathilda entered the

desk, reviewing documents. He was

greeted Stanley

aura hinted at his foul

coffee by his hand. "Sir, this coffee was made by

mid-air, his

trying to

wife. She cooked to his preferences, hand- washed his

picked up the coffee, taking a sip.

was still