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.

pile

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

covered her

glasses off her face, tossing them into the

tried to retrieve them. "My

to wearing these glasses. But you should

parents had always told her she was an ugly duckling while Jessica was a swan. It wasn't just her parents-Stanley must have thought the same. In his eyes, she was just an ugly duckling

to the door. "Come on, we're going shopping! Hair, nails, clothes-everything! I want Stanley

can be!"

remembered something. "Oh, Wendy, are you

own

Jessica spend Stanley's money instead? Jessica says thank

didn't know what to say to

about the card Stanley gave you?"

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

black card out of her purse and winked playfully. "Today, I'll splurge and let Stanley

at

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

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

was his close friend, Benny Gondale—the heir of the Gondale family

"Stanley, are you serious?

bone. When he was in a coma, she insisted on

Wendy

it through

and sharp, his mood clearly sour. He pulled out his phone and opened WhatsApp to check their chat

a photo of the broth with the caption, [Honey, even though your bone

scrolled up, he saw countless similar messages-all from Wendy.

never replied. Not

the chat

a vague sense

Ding!

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