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,

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

face flushed red like a ripe berry, vibrant

what she

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

seeing Wendy up close for the first time. She usually dressed in monotonous black-and-white outfits, paired with oversized

of his palm, and her delicate features exuded a quiet elegance beneath those

springing back with a subtle elasticity wherever his thumb

an unbidden

be so eager. You're

Slap!

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

that loving someone too humbly only led to

Fine, I'll

frosty and sullen. A man of his

sharp gaze locked onto her. "Wendy,

divorce just because you feel

a soft chuckle. "A

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

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

turned grim, his mood darkening to the point where it could drip with venom. "Fine! Wendy, you're something else. Let's

the study door shut with a deafening

her body. Slowly, she slid down the wall, crouching on the carpet. Hugging her knees, she whispered to

next morning, Mathilda

was seated at his desk, reviewing documents. He

greeted

aura hinted at his foul mood. It felt cold

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

his

trying to make

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

a sip. It

was still