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.

caught off guard, exchanged a glance before responding to her

back in the country. We brought her here,"

'Jessica?'

windows, Wendy spotted

skirt from the photo in Stanley's

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.

it laughable. She turned to her parents and said coldly, "So I'm the last to

a sheepish smile. "Wendy, Mr. Hawk doesn't even like

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

her fists. "Dad, Mom,

her heel, she started

after her. "Wendy, tell me has Mr. Hawk

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

Wendy. In the past three years, you've turned into a housewife who revolves around her husband. Meanwhile, Jessica became the principal ballerina of her company. She's a

like a knife into Wendy's chest. Tears filling her eyes, she walked

the maid Mathilda home, so the house was empty, dark,

alone at the

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

glaringly ironic, just like her existence-a complete

as Stanley's cherished 'Red Rose.' But three years ago, a

her to marry Stanley in Jessica's place.

by his side, gave up socializing, and focused solely on nursing him back to health, living

the candles on

glow illuminated her reflection in the nearby mirror-a plain housewife in

a successful ballerina,

while Jessica was the white

the ugly duckling and returned to

let out a bitter

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

had made her lose

eyes as she blew out the candles,

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