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.

and Lilian, caught off guard, exchanged a

in the country.

'Jessica?'

floor-to-ceiling windows, Wendy spotted her sister Jessica and

skirt from the photo in Stanley's phone. The college student was none

known as the 'Red Rose of Hovendale,' and she was famed for having the most beautiful legs in town. Many

laughable. She turned to her parents and said coldly,

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

Lilian chimed in. "Do you know how many women in Hovendale are dying to be with Mr. Hawk? Better to let

"Dad,

her heel, she

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

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

Wendy a disdainful once-over. "Look at yourself, 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 white swan, and you're just an

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

the maid Mathilda

sat alone at

once-warm meal had gone cold. The cake she had carefully prepared had

was glaringly ironic, just like her existence-a

Rose.' But three years ago, a sudden car accident left Stanley in a vegetative state

and forced her to marry Stanley in Jessica's place. Wendy had agreed willingly when she found out it was Stanley-the man she had

She stayed by his side, gave up socializing,

lit the candles on the

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

Jessica, now a successful ballerina,

while

abandoned the ugly duckling

out

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

had made her

welled in her eyes as she blew out the candles,