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."

brows arched sharply, and his deep, magnetic voice

chin, his thumb brushing against her crimson lips in a provocative motion. "Is that why? Are you asking for a divorce because of that? Do you want it that

like

what she

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

in monotonous black-and-white outfits, paired

close, he realized her face was barely the size of his palm, and her delicate features exuded a quiet elegance beneath those glasses. Her dark pupils were stunningly

surface springing back with a subtle elasticity wherever his

stirred an unbidden

expect you to be so eager. You're that desperate for a man,

Slap!

face. Stanley's handsome

only led to her dignity being

you've never stopped thinking about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your wishes and return Mrs. Hawk's title to

man of his stature had never

locked onto her. "Wendy, you married me when

divorce just because

out a

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

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 you

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

stormed upstairs, slamming the study door shut with

the wall, crouching on the carpet. Hugging her knees, she whispered to herself, 'Stanley, I won't love you

morning, Mathilda entered

desk, reviewing

Mathilda greeted Stanley

even look up. His icy aura hinted at his foul mood. It felt

his hand. "Sir, this

pen paused mid-air, his

she trying

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

taking a sip.

was