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."

brows arched sharply, and his deep,

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

delicate face flushed red like a ripe

wasn't what

She hadn't expected such a composed

close for the first time. She usually dressed in monotonous black-and-white outfits, paired with

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

their plush surface springing back with a subtle elasticity wherever

stirred an unbidden

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

Slap!

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

too humbly only led to her dignity being trampled on.

never stopped thinking about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your

and sullen. A man of his

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

just because you feel like it. What do you take

let out a soft chuckle. "A

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

forced herself to endure the pain in her heart and said what she knew would hurt him. "You're just a toy I took from Jessica. I'm

could drip with venom. "Fine!

upstairs, slamming the study

felt as though all the strength had been drained from her body. Slowly, she slid down the wall, crouching on the carpet. Hugging her knees, she whispered to herself, 'Stanley, I won't love

next morning, Mathilda entered

his desk, reviewing documents. He was a

greeted Stanley

His icy aura hinted at his foul mood. It felt cold

placed a cup of coffee by his hand. "Sir, this coffee

pen paused mid-air, his cold expression softening

trying to make

an excellent wife. She cooked to his preferences, hand- washed his clothes, and meticulously

picked up the coffee, taking a sip. It was her

was

last night, and he wasn't about to let that go easily. A