The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

Chapter 2

Wendy was also staring at him. Her tone was light but firm as she repeated, "Let's get a divorce, Stanley. Do you like your birthday gift?"

Stanley didn't bat an eyelid. "You're asking for a divorce just because I didn't celebrate my birthday with you?"

"Jessica has returned, hasn't she?"

At the mention of Jessica, Stanley's thin lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Are you bothered by Jessica?"

Stanley, known as the youngest business prodigy alive, exuded an aura of power, wealth, and status. As he approached, Wendy instinctively stepped back, her slender back pressing against the cold wall.

Her vision went dark as Stanley leaned in. He propped one hand against the wall beside her, trapping her between his firm chest and the wall.

Looking down at her with his deep, striking eyes, Stanley sneered.

"Everyone in Hovendale knows Jessica was the one I intended to marry. Weren't you aware when you schemed to replace her and became Mrs. Hawk? You didn't mind then, so why act all self-righteous now?"

Wendy's face turned pale.

Yes, Stanley had wanted to marry Jessica. If not for the accident that left him in a coma, how could Wendy have married him?

She would never forget the day he woke up. The disappointment and coldness in his eyes when he saw her was devastating.

Since then, they had lived in separate rooms. He never touched her.

He loved Jessica.

Wendy had always known this, but...

She gazed deeply at Stanley's face, the grown man overlapping in her mind with the young boy from years ago.

'Stanley, do you really not remember me?'

It turned out she had been standing in place all along, waiting for someone that no longer existed.

It was enough.

These three years were just her one-sided effort to cherish him.

Suppressing the ache in her heart, Wendy said softly, "Stanley, let's end this loveless marriage."

deep, magnetic

raised his hand, gripping her delicate chin, his thumb brushing against her crimson lips in a provocative motion. "Is that why? Are you

like a

wasn't what she

pressing and toying with them. She hadn't expected

She usually dressed in monotonous

realized her face was barely the size of his palm, and her delicate features exuded

springing back with a subtle

stirred an unbidden

be so eager. You're that desperate

Slap!

across the face. Stanley's handsome face

fingers trembled with anger. She realized that loving someone too humbly only led to her dignity being trampled on. He

thinking about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your wishes and

instantly darkened, frosty and sullen. A man of his stature had never been slapped

gaze locked onto her. "Wendy, you married me when it

you, and now you want a divorce just because you feel like it. What

out a soft

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

forced herself to endure the pain in her heart and said what she knew would hurt

where it could drip with venom. "Fine! Wendy, you're something

study door shut

down the wall, crouching on

next morning, Mathilda entered

desk, reviewing documents. He was

Mathilda greeted Stanley

icy aura hinted at his foul mood. It felt cold being around

cup of coffee by his hand. "Sir, this

his cold

trying to

to his preferences, hand- washed his clothes, and meticulously managed his

a sip. It was

he was still

had slapped him last night, and he wasn't about to let that go easily.