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."

sharply, and his deep, magnetic voice could

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

flushed red like a ripe

wasn't what she

with them. She hadn't expected such

usually dressed in monotonous black-and-white outfits, paired with oversized black-framed glasses, presenting herself like an

realized her face was barely the size of his palm, and her delicate features exuded a quiet elegance beneath those glasses. Her dark

plush surface springing back with a subtle elasticity wherever his thumb

an unbidden

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

Slap!

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

too humbly only

about Jessica. Fine, I'll fulfill your wishes and return Mrs. Hawk's title

man of his stature had never been

her. "Wendy, you married me when

now you want a divorce just because you feel like it. What do you take me

out a soft chuckle. "A

"What?"

Stanley's expression stiffened.

said what she knew would hurt him.

turned grim, his mood darkening to the point where it could drip with venom. "Fine! Wendy,

upstairs, slamming the study door

she slid down the wall, crouching

next morning, Mathilda entered the

his desk, reviewing documents. He was a notorious

greeted Stanley

His icy aura hinted at his foul mood. It

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

pen paused mid-air, his cold

trying

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

a sip.

was still

him last night, and he wasn't about to