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.

above her head and issued a cold warning,

him. She struggled even harder, her lithe, delicate frame twisting like a slippery little water snake

intimate.

the way she had seductively clung to him, teasing him

tongue. That memory, coup

an unwelcome heat within him.

a hint of desire.

the shift almost immediately. She froze, her wide, watery eyes staring at him in

swore under his breath and released her,

as well, still eyeing

you're this angry is because I spent last night with Jessica instead of staying with you, isn't it? What were you thinking?

words cutting like a blade. She

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do you care what kind of men I spend time

it's time to finalize the divorce.

the same, We'll each

turned to leave, a thought seemed to strike her. Her bright, clear eyes landed briefly on Stanley's lips, and she

when you have some free time. Are you sure

walked

She was con

gone.

the edge of the bed, his broad

of anger and

demeanor, casting a dark shadow over