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."

sharply, and his deep, magnetic voice could be

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

like a ripe

wasn't what she

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

first time. She usually dressed in monotonous black-and-white outfits, paired with

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

surface springing back with

an unbidden

to be so eager. You're that desperate for

Slap!

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

loving someone too humbly only

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

A man of

onto her. "Wendy, you

you want a divorce just because you feel like it. What do

out a

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

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

point where it could drip with venom. "Fine! Wendy, you're

slamming the study door shut with a

as though all the strength had been drained from her body. Slowly, she slid down the wall, crouching

Mathilda

desk, reviewing documents. He was

Mathilda greeted Stanley

hinted at

a cup of coffee by his hand. "Sir, this coffee

pen paused mid-air, his cold expression

she trying to make

to his preferences, hand- washed his clothes, and meticulously managed

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

he was