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

hand, gripping her delicate chin, his thumb brushing against her crimson lips in a provocative motion. "Is that why? Are you asking for a divorce because of that? Do

face flushed red like a ripe

wasn't what she

thumb lingered on her lips, pressing and toying with them. She hadn't

dressed in monotonous black-and-white outfits, paired with oversized black-framed glasses,

his palm, and her delicate features exuded a quiet

back with a subtle elasticity wherever his thumb

stirred an

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

Slap!

slapped him across the face. Stanley's

that loving someone too humbly only led to her dignity

Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your wishes and return

man of his stature had

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

a divorce just because you feel like it. What do you

out a soft

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

hurt him. "You're just a toy I took from Jessica. I'm done playing, so I'm tossing

his mood darkening to the point where it could drip with venom. "Fine! Wendy, you're something else. Let's divorce, but don't come crying back to me, begging for

study door shut with a

she slid down the wall, crouching on the carpet. Hugging her knees,

next morning, Mathilda entered the

his desk, reviewing documents. He

Mathilda greeted

icy aura hinted at his foul mood.

by his hand. "Sir, this coffee was

pen paused mid-air, his

trying to

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

the coffee, taking a sip. It was her

was

he wasn't about to let that go