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.

swift motion, he pinned Wendy's hands above her head and issued a cold

a

intimate.

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,

sat up as well, still eyeing

glance. "Wendy, the only reason you're this angry is because I spent last night with Jessica instead of staying with you, isn't it? What were you thinking? Did you honestly believe

cutting like a blade.

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that's the case, then why do you care what kind of

it's time to finalize the divorce. Until then,

I'll do the same,

seemed to strike her. Her bright, clear eyes

you have some free time.

that, she walked out, leaving him

She was con

gone.

sat on the edge of the bed, his broad chest heaving

anger and

casting a dark