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.

exchanged a

sister's back in the country. We brought her

'Jessica?'

gleaming floor-to-ceiling windows, Wendy

the photo in Stanley's

was famed for having the most beautiful legs in town. Many men had been captivated by

her parents and said coldly, "So I'm the last

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

women in Hovendale are dying to be with Mr. Hawk?

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

heel, she started walking

tell me has Mr. Hawk ever touched you?" Wendy

"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

principal ballerina of her company. She's a white

a knife into Wendy's chest.

villa, night had fallen. Wendy had sent the

sat alone at the dining

cake she had carefully prepared had

ironic, just

Jessica as Stanley's cherished 'Red Rose.' But

in

devoted herself to caring for him. She stayed by his side, gave up socializing, and focused solely

lit the candles

mirror-a plain housewife in a dull

ballerina, was young, vibrant,

an ugly duckling, while

up, Stanley abandoned the ugly duckling and returned to the

let out a

never loved her, but she had loved him.

had made her

out the

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