The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

Chapter 1

One day, Wendy discovered that her husband Stanley was having an affair.

He had been seeing a college student.

It was Stanley's birthday. Wendy had prepared a table full of dishes early in the day. Just then, she heard a notification from his phone.

Ding!

He had left his phone at home.

Wendy switched it on and saw a text from the college student.

[I hurt myself when I was carrying the cake. It hurts so much.]

Attached was a selfie-not of the sender's face, but of her legs. The girl in the photo wore pulled-up white socks, black leather shoes, and a blue-and-white skirt that had been pushed up to reveal her long, slender legs. Her pale knees were visibly reddened from the bump. The youthful, vibrant image of her body paired with coquettish words exuded a forbidden allure.

People often say successful businessmen like Stanley favored this type of woman when choosing mistresses.

Wendy clutched the phone tightly, her fingers turning white from the pressure.

Ding!

Another text came from the college student.

"Mr. Hawk, see you at Cloud Hotel tonight. I want to celebrate your birthday!"

So, his mistress wanted to celebrate his birthday tonight.

Wendy grabbed her bag and headed straight to Cloud Hotel. She had to see for herself who this college student was.

She soon arrived at the hotel, ready to go in. Just then, she saw her parents, Harry and Lilian at the entrance. Surprised, she walked up to them.

"Dad, Mom, what are you doing here?" she asked.

off guard, exchanged a glance before

your sister's back in the country. We brought her

'Jessica?'

hotel's gleaming floor-to-ceiling windows, Wendy

photo in Stanley's phone. The

been a beauty, known as the 'Red Rose of Hovendale,' and she was famed for having the most beautiful legs in town. Many men had been captivated by her charm. And now, her darling sister was using those legs to seduce her

found it laughable. She turned to her parents and said

smile. "Wendy, Mr. Hawk doesn't

in. "Do you know how many women in Hovendale are dying to

clenched her fists. "Dad, Mom, I'm your daughter

on her heel, she

Mr. Hawk ever touched

sharp. "Wendy, don't act like we owe you anything. Three years ago, when Stanley and Jessica were Hovendale's golden couple, everyone thought they'd get married. But then Stanley got into a car accident and went into a coma. That's the only reason we had you marry him

years, you've turned into a housewife who revolves around her husband. Meanwhile, Jessica became the principal ballerina of her company. She's a white swan, and you're just

word felt like a knife into Wendy's chest. Tears filling

villa, night had fallen. Wendy had sent the maid Mathilda home, so the house

sat alone at

meal had gone cold. The cake she had carefully prepared had 'Happy Birthday, Honey' written on

glaringly ironic, just like her existence-a

Jessica had been the golden couple of Hovendale, with Jessica as Stanley's cherished 'Red Rose.' But three years ago, a sudden car accident left Stanley in a vegetative state and

was when the Crone family brought Wendy back from the countryside and forced her to marry Stanley in Jessica's place. Wendy had agreed willingly when she

for him. She stayed by his side, gave up socializing, and focused solely on nursing him back to health, living as a dutiful housewife.

lit the candles on

her reflection in the nearby mirror-a plain housewife

now a successful ballerina, was young,

was an ugly duckling, while Jessica was the

duckling and

let out

self-delusion. Stanley had never loved her, but she had loved him. The first one to fall in love

made her

her eyes as she blew out the candles, plunging the villa