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 responding to her

in the country. We brought her here,"

'Jessica?'

windows, Wendy spotted her sister

photo in Stanley's phone. The

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

She turned to her parents and

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

many women in Hovendale are dying to be with

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

heel, she started walking

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

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

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

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

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

alone at

meal had gone cold. The cake she had carefully prepared had

was glaringly ironic, just

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

to marry Stanley in Jessica's place. Wendy had agreed willingly when she found out it

devoted herself to caring for him. She stayed by his side, gave up socializing, and focused solely on nursing him back to health, living

the candles

nearby mirror-a plain housewife in a dull black-and-white dress,

now a successful ballerina, was young, vibrant,

while

duckling

out a bitter

Stanley had never loved her, but she had

Stanley had made her lose

eyes as she blew out the candles, plunging

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