The Heartbreak Prescription

Chapter 22

Stanley froze for a moment.

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Wendy lay beneath him, her silky black hair cascading over the crimson bedspread-a shade specifically chosen by Glinda for their wedding room. The red accentuated the creamy fairness of her skin, making her appear luminous, almost ethereal.

There was an air of sensuality about the scene, but the thought of her lying like this beneath another man....

Stanley's fists clenched involuntarily.

He had intended to clarify that the 'delivery' last night was medicine, not a man. But as the words reached his lips, they refused to

come out.

Wendy's cold gaze met his. "Move."

She had ordered him to move.

Stanley didn't budge.

Frustrated, Wendy began to struggle. The memory of him bringing Jessica into his private wing last night flashed through her mind, and it made her recoil from even the slightest physical contact with him.

"Stanley, get off me! After spending the night with Jessica, did you even bother to clean yourself?"

Stanley stiffened in silence.

her

no intention of listening to him. She struggled even harder, her lithe, delicate frame twisting like a slippery little water snake beneath his firm, muscular body. The thin fabric

intimate.

was thrown back to the night before, to the way she had seductively clung to him, teasing him with her

tongue. That memory, coup

current proximity, stoked an unwelcome heat within him. His gaze

a hint of desire.

almost immediately. She froze, her wide, watery eyes staring at

his breath and released her, sitting up

sat up as well, still

cut her off with a cold glance. "Wendy, the only reason you're this angry is because I spent last night with Jessica instead of staying with you,

pale, his words cutting like a blade. She stood up, her expression

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what kind of men I spend time with?" Stanley's face

Wendy smiled coolly. "Let me know when it's time to finalize the divorce. Until then, feel

do the same, We'll each have our

strike her. Her bright, clear eyes landed briefly on Stanley's lips, and she

when you have some free time. Are

that, she walked out, leaving him

She was con

gone.

the bed, his broad

storm of anger and gloom

a dark shadow