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."

arched sharply, and his deep, magnetic voice could be

motion. "Is that

like

what

her lips, pressing and toying with them. She hadn't expected such a composed and distinguished

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

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

their plush surface springing back with a

an

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

Slap!

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

someone too humbly only led to her dignity being

Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your wishes and return Mrs. Hawk's title

man of his stature had never been slapped

locked onto her. "Wendy, you married me when it was

just because you feel like it. What do you take me

let out a soft chuckle.

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

pain in her heart and said what she knew would hurt

mood darkening to the point where it could drip with venom. "Fine! Wendy, you're something else. Let's divorce, but don't come crying back to me, begging

study door shut with a deafening

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

Mathilda entered

his desk, reviewing documents. He was

greeted Stanley

up. His icy aura hinted at his foul mood. It

coffee by his hand. "Sir, this

pen paused mid-air, his cold expression softening

trying to

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

sip. It was her coffee-the taste he

was still