The Heartbreak Prescription - Chapter 13

Wendy heard a buzzing noise.

Did Stanley just suggest finding her a man or two ? He had made his choice.

Without hesitation , he had chosen Jessica.

It felt like a blade had pierced Wendys heart , twisting deeper and shredding her to pieces.

Trembling , she struggled to regain her voice.

Stanley, I’m still … your wife … Stanley , now immaculate in a black shirt and matching trousers , had reverted to his usual composed and aloof demeanor, as if the chaos of moments before had never happened .

His voice was cold and detached as he extended something to her.

This is for you , he said.

Wendy glanced down. It was an eight figure check. Above her , his magnetic , unfeeling voice could be heard.

Wendy , this is your divorce settlement. Lets end this. Stanley placed the check on the bathroom counter and strode out , leaving Wendy frozen in place.

He was going to Jessica. Just like her mother had done years ago. Wendys eyes turned red , tears welling up until they spilled over.

Once again , she had been abandoned.

No matter how much she tried to hold on whether it was her mother or Stanley they gave all their love to Jessica.

No matter how hard she tried , it was never enough. Soon , voices came from outside. One of Stanleys men had arrived , speaking with Mathilda.

Mr. Hawk sent me . Im here to see Mrs. Hawk . Where is she ?

Shes in the bedroom . Follow me , Mathilda replied.

Their footsteps approached.

Panic stricken , Wendy turned pale.

She couldn’t believe Stanleys efficiency he’d already sent a man.

The irony stung.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud .

The footsteps were just outside the door now.

Wendy acted fast and opened the window.

It was the second floor , but she didnt hesitate.

After climbing out , she jumped.

She landed hard on the lawn below , feeling sharp pain in her ankle.

It hurt so much , it felt unbearable.

Ignoring her disheveled state , she fumbled for her phone and dialed Cecelia.

The call connected , and Cecelia’s voice came through.

“Wendy ? Its late. Where are you? Having fun somewhere?” Hearing Cecelia’s voice broke Wendy’s fragile composure.

Tears shed been holding back streamed down her face , one after another , hot and bitter.

Jessica sat at the counter , her beautiful face flushed from the drugs effects , making her even more alluring.

The tall man beside her , unable to resist her charm , draped an arm over her shoulder.

“Hey , gorgeous. Thirty minutes are almost up. Looks like your boyfriend isn’t coming. Guess that means you’re mine tonight.”

Jessica ignored him , her attention on the timer on her phone.

“Relax ,” she said.

There’s still five seconds left.

Hell be here.

Five, four, three, two, one … The moment she said one, the weight on her shoulder vanished.

The mans hand had been seized by another a strong , calloused hand with defined knuckles.

With a swift twist , there was a sickening crack.