The Heartbreak Prescription

Stanley's thin lips curved into a frosty arc. "Wendy, get back here immediately!"

Wendy chuckled. "You expect me to come back just because you said so? We're divorced, Stanley. I'm not going to continue indulging you!"

Stanley clenched his jaw. "I'll give you a chance to rewrite the reason for divorce!"

Wendy's tone grew more playful.

"Did I write anything wrong? Stanley, it's been six months since you woke up, hasn't it? Yet, in these six months, you haven't even held my hand. You were in a coma for three years, and although you're physically healthy now, I have legitimate reasons to believe you've developed functional problems. You're not potent anymore! Better hurry to find an experienced naturopath. As our parting gift, I wish you an early recovery of your manhood!"

Stanley was rendered speechless. The veins on his forehead were visibly twitching.

This woman was out of control.

"Wendy, I'll make you regret this! You'll know what I'm capable of sooner or later!"

"Sorry, but you'll never get the chance!"

"Wendy!"

The call abruptly ended with two cold beeps. He hadn't even had time to explode in anger before hearing the disconnected tone.

'Wendy...!'

-

Wendy had already arrived at her best friend Cecelia Sunder's apartment. After she hung up the phone, Cecelia burst out laughing and gave her a big thumbs-up.

"Wendy, that was amazing! Stanley must be so furious, he's spitting blood right now."

Wendy reflected that she had been too humble in the past, which had allowed him to act superior to her for so long.

'Love yourself first. A woman must always prioritize self-love.'

"Three years ago, when Jessica learned Stanley went into a coma after the car accident, she immediately ran away. Now that he's awake, he's crawling back to her? What a joke! You're better off without a man like that," Cecelia commented. Wendy unwrapped a candy and popped it into her mouth. The sweetness seemed to mask the bitterness in her heart. "That's how you tell if you're loved or not, Cecelia."

Those who were loved were fearless. Those who weren't lived in constant insecurity.

already gone through a pile of candies. She pulled Wendy to her

one tree, you'll discover an entire forest waiting for you. Tonight, I'm booking

her forehead and

off

to retrieve them. "My

you've been in academic research for too long, and you've gotten used to wearing these glasses. But you should take a page out of Jessica's book and doll yourself

was an ugly duckling while Jessica was a swan. It

shopping! Hair, nails,

can be!"

walked out, Cecelia suddenly remembered something. "Oh, Wendy, are you really not taking any

my own

Stanley's money instead? Jessica

know what to say to

about the card Stanley gave you?" Cecelia

was always generous and had given Wendy a premium black card. However, she had never

and winked playfully. "Today, I'll splurge and let Stanley

at 1996

the rich, where young heirs and the city's elites spent extravagantly. The music was never-ending,

and dimly lit booth, Stanley sat in the center of a leather sofa. Tonight, he had on a black shirt paired with black trousers. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and a steel watch worth millions. His aristocratic, striking features made him the

Gondale—the heir

are you

he was in a coma, she insisted on marrying him. There's no

think Wendy can

bet she can't even make it through tonight. She's probably already sent Stanley

mood clearly sour. He pulled out his phone

last night. She had sent a photo of the broth with the caption, [Honey, even though your bone density is back to normal, you should still drink this broth regularly.

he saw countless similar messages-all from Wendy.

had never replied. Not

chat was

felt a vague sense

Ding!

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