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."

and his deep, magnetic

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

like a ripe berry, vibrant

wasn't what she

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

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

palm, and her delicate features exuded a quiet elegance

lips were soft, their plush surface springing back with

stirred an

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

Slap!

across the face. Stanley's handsome

fingers trembled with anger. She realized that loving someone too humbly only led

know you've never stopped thinking about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your wishes and return Mrs.

A man

"Wendy,

want a divorce just because

let out a soft chuckle.

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

would hurt him. "You're just a toy I took

venom. "Fine! Wendy,

stormed upstairs, slamming the study

strength had been drained from her body. Slowly, she slid down the wall,

morning, Mathilda entered

seated at his desk, reviewing documents. He was

greeted Stanley

icy aura hinted at his foul mood. It felt

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

paused mid-air, his cold expression softening

she trying

wife. She cooked to his

the coffee, taking a sip.

was still