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 could be

hand, gripping her delicate chin, his thumb brushing against her crimson lips in a provocative motion. "Is that why? Are

delicate face flushed red like a ripe berry, vibrant and

what she

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

time. She usually dressed in monotonous black-and-white outfits, paired with oversized black-framed glasses, presenting

was barely the size of his palm, and her delicate features exuded a quiet elegance beneath those

surface springing back

an

to be so

Slap!

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

someone too humbly only led to her dignity being trampled

about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill

face instantly darkened, frosty and sullen. A man of his stature had never

her. "Wendy, you married me when it was

just because you feel like it. What

out a

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

she knew would hurt him. "You're just a toy I took from Jessica.

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

upstairs, slamming the study door shut

though all the strength had been drained from her body. Slowly, she slid down the wall, crouching on the carpet. Hugging her knees, she whispered to herself, 'Stanley, I won't

next morning, Mathilda entered

seated at his desk, reviewing documents. He was a

Mathilda greeted

didn't even look up. His icy aura hinted at his foul mood. It

a cup of coffee by his hand. "Sir,

mid-air, his cold expression

she trying

told, Wendy was an excellent wife. She cooked to his preferences, hand- washed his clothes, and

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

was