Wendy chuckled. \u201cYou expect me to come back just because you said so? We\u2019re divorced, Stanley. I\u2019m not going to continue indulging you!\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley clenched his jaw. \u201cI\u2019ll give you a chance to rewrite the reason for divorce!\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s tone grew more playful.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I write anything wrong? Stanley, it\u2019s been six months since you woke up, hasn\u2019t it? Yet, in these six months, you haven\u2019t even held my hand. You were in a coma for three years, and although you\u2019re physically healthy now, I have legitimate reasons to believe you\u2019ve developed functional problems. You\u2019re not potent anymore! Better hurry to find an experienced naturopath. As our parting gift, I wish you an early recovery of your manhood!\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley was rendered speechless. The veins on his forehead were visibly twitching.<\/p>\n
This woman was out of control.<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, I\u2019ll make you regret this! You\u2019ll know what I\u2019m capable of sooner or later!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, but you\u2019ll never get the chance!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy!\u201d<\/p>\n
The call abruptly ended with two cold beeps. He hadn\u2019t even had time to explode in anger before hearing the disconnected tone.<\/p>\n
\u2018Wendy\u2026!\u2019<\/p>\n
\u2013<\/p>\n
Wendy had already arrived at her best friend Cecelia Sunder\u2019s apartment. After she hung up the phone, Cecelia burst out laughing and gave her a big thumbs-up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, that was amazing! Stanley must be so furious, he\u2019s spitting blood right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy reflected that she had been too humble in the past, which had allowed him to act superior to her for so long.<\/p>\n
\u2018Love yourself first. A woman must always prioritize self-love.\u2019<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years ago, when Jessica learned Stanley went into a coma after the car accident, she immediately ran away. Now that he\u2019s awake, he\u2019s crawling back to her? What a joke! You\u2019re better off without a man like that,\u201d Cecelia commented.<\/p>\n
Wendy unwrapped a candy and popped it into her mouth. The sweetness seemed to mask the bitterness in her heart. \u201cThat\u2019s how you tell if you\u2019re loved or not, Cecelia.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those who were loved were fearless. Those who weren\u2019t lived in constant insecurity.<\/p>\n
Cecelia noticed Wendy had already gone through a pile of candies. She pulled Wendy to her feet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, cheer up! When you give up one tree, you\u2019ll discover an entire forest waiting for you. Tonight, I\u2019m booking eight male hosts to celebrate you becoming single!\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy covered her forehead and laughed.<\/p>\n
Cecelia suddenly snatched Wendy\u2019s black-rimmed glasses off her face, tossing them into the trash.<\/p>\n
Wendy tried to retrieve them. \u201cMy glasses\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
Cecelia stopped her. \u201cWendy, you\u2019ve been in academic research for too long, and you\u2019ve gotten used to wearing these glasses. But you should take a page out of Jessica\u2019s book and doll yourself up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy thought about how her parents had always told her she was an ugly duckling while Jessica was a swan. It wasn\u2019t just her parents\u2014Stanley must have thought the same. In his eyes, she was just an ugly duckling too.<\/p>\n
Cecelia dragged Wendy to the door. \u201cCome on, we\u2019re going shopping! Hair, nails, clothes\u2014everything! I want Stanley and everyone else to see how stunning you can be!\u201d<\/p>\n
As they walked out, Cecelia suddenly remembered something. \u201cOh, Wendy, are you really not taking any money from Stanley after the divorce?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have my own money,\u201d Wendy replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cLetting Jessica spend Stanley\u2019s money instead? Jessica says thank you!\u201d Cecelia teased.<\/p>\n
Wendy didn\u2019t know what to say to that.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the card Stanley gave you?\u201d Cecelia pressed.<\/p>\n
Stanley was always generous and had given Wendy a premium black card. However, she had never used it.<\/p>\n
Wendy pulled the black card out of her purse and winked playfully. \u201cToday, I\u2019ll splurge\u2014and let Stanley foot the bill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2013<\/p>\n
That evening, at 1996 Bar.<\/p>\n
1996 Bar was Hovendale\u2019s playground for the rich, where young heirs and the city\u2019s elites spent extravagantly. The music was never-ending, and the dance floor was wild.<\/p>\n
In a luxurious and dimly lit booth, Stanley sat in the center of a leather sofa. Tonight, he had on a black shirt paired with black trousers. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and a steel watch worth millions. His aristocratic, striking features made him the center of attention, drawing glances from countless women in the bar.<\/p>\n
Beside him was his close friend, Benny Gondale\u2014the heir of the Gondale family\u2014and several other young elites.<\/p>\n
Benny laughed. \u201cStanley, are you serious? Wendy wants a divorce?\u201d<\/p>\n
The others laughed along. \u201cEveryone knows Wendy loves Stanley to the bone. When he was in a coma, she insisted on marrying him. There\u2019s no way she\u2019d actually go through with a divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s bet on it. How long do you think Wendy can hold out before begging Stanley to take her back?\u201d<\/p>\n
Benny smirked. \u201cI bet she can\u2019t even make it through tonight. She\u2019s probably already sent Stanley a message.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s chiseled features remained cold and sharp, his mood clearly sour. He pulled out his phone and opened WhatsApp to check their chat history.<\/p>\n
The last message from Wendy was from last night. She had sent a photo of the broth with the caption, [Honey, even though your bone density is back to normal, you should still drink this broth regularly. Don\u2019t come home too late!]<\/p>\n
As he scrolled up, he saw countless similar messages\u2014all from Wendy. She messaged him every day.<\/p>\n
He had never replied. Not once.<\/p>\n
Today, the chat was silent.<\/p>\n
Stanley felt a vague sense of irritation.<\/p>\n
Ding!<\/p>\n
A notification popped up.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee? I told you\u2014Wendy messaged you!\u201d Benny immediately exclaimed.<\/p>\n
Ding, ding, ding!<\/p>\n
Several more notifications followed in quick succession.<\/p>\n
The group burst out laughing. \u201cWe knew it\u2014Wendy couldn\u2019t hold out! But we didn\u2019t expect her to cave so fast.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStanley, open them. Let\u2019s see how Wendy is begging you to reconcile,\u201d Benny urged.<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s sharp eyebrows lifted slightly. Did she really send a message? If she regretted it so quickly, why did she make such a fuss this morning?<\/p>\n
He tapped on the notifications, only to freeze.<\/p>\n
Benny leaned over and read aloud, \u201cDear VVIP customer, your card ending in 0975 has been charged 800 dollars at Dazzling Nail Salon.\u201d<\/p>\n
The group collectively frowned.<\/p>\n
Stanley scrolled further.<\/p>\n
2,000 dollars at Artistry Hair Salon.<\/p>\n
86,000 dollars at Chanel.<\/p>\n
240,000 dollars at Louis Vuitton.<\/p>\n
There were no messages about reconciliations, only transaction notifications. The group fell silent, feeling like Wendy had slapped them all hard in the face.<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s expression darkened and he slammed his phone onto the table. He didn\u2019t care how much money Wendy spent. What bothered him was that she had gone on a shopping spree right after their divorce. This woman was something else!<\/p>\n
The once submissive Wendy, who had clung to him for three years, now seemed to have grown fangs.<\/p>\n
\u201cStanley, what\u2019s Wendy up to? She\u2019s gone to do her nails and hair, and buy clothes. Is she trying to imitate Jessica?\u201d Benny commented.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica is Hovendale\u2019s Red Rose. Wendy\u2019s just a country bumpkin. No matter how hard she tries, she\u2019ll only be a pale imitation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA swan is a swan. An ugly duckling will always be an ugly duckling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone laughed at Wendy.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the bar. All eyes turned toward the entrance.<\/p>\n
Someone gasped, \u201cLook\u2014an angel just walked in!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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