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 voice

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

face flushed red like a ripe berry,

wasn't what she

thumb lingered on her lips, pressing and toying with them. She hadn't expected such a composed and distinguished man to have such

close for the first time. She usually dressed in

up 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

their plush surface springing back with

stirred an unbidden

didn't expect you to be so eager. You're that desperate

Slap!

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

someone too humbly only

thinking about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your wishes and

and sullen. A man of his stature had

onto her. "Wendy, you married me

because you feel like it. What do

let out a soft chuckle. "A

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

endure the pain in her heart and said what she knew would hurt him. "You're just

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

stormed upstairs, slamming the study door shut

she slid down the wall, crouching

morning, Mathilda entered the

at his desk, reviewing documents. He

greeted Stanley

up. His icy aura hinted at his foul

of coffee by his hand. "Sir, this coffee

his

trying

excellent wife. She cooked to his preferences,

picked up the coffee, taking a sip. It was her coffee-the taste he

was still