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."

his deep, magnetic voice could be heard.

his thumb brushing against her crimson lips in a provocative motion. "Is that why? Are you asking for a divorce because of that? Do you want it

red like

what she

hadn't expected such a composed

up close for the first time. She usually dressed in monotonous black-and-white

her delicate features exuded a quiet elegance beneath those glasses. Her dark

were soft, their plush surface springing back

an

gaze darkened. "I didn't expect you to be so eager. You're

Slap!

slapped him across the face. Stanley's handsome face tilted to the side from

with anger. She realized that loving someone too humbly only

know you've never stopped thinking about Jessica. Fine, I'll

face instantly darkened, frosty and sullen. A man of

onto her. "Wendy, you married me

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

out a

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

heart and said what she knew would hurt him. "You're

"Fine! Wendy, you're something else. Let's divorce, but don't come crying back to me, begging

the study door shut

her body. Slowly, she slid down the wall, crouching on the

Mathilda

at his desk, reviewing documents. He was a notorious

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by his

paused mid-air, his

she trying to make

to his preferences, hand-

taking a sip. It

he was

him last night, and he wasn't about to let