Wendy''s pale eyes instantly reddened. She had always known that Stanley knew exactly how to humiliate a person.
If he wanted to shame someone, he would do it in the most cruel, humiliating way possible.
She hadn''t asked Halsey to call him.
Even if she had, so what?
He was the one who hadn''t used any protection!
"I understand," Wendy said, her voice thick with emotion. Don''t worry, Mr. Hawk. I won''t call you again. You can leave now."
She forced herself to lift her gaze, trying to stop the tears from spilling. She didn''t want to cry in front of him. Stanley noticed the redness around her eyes, and an unexpected sense of satisfaction surged through him. It felt almost like revenge, like a deep, bitter kind of justice.
He knew he hated her. He hated that she didn''t show up that night.
He had deliberately called Zayn, knowing that he would go looking for her.
But she never came.
He hated even more that she had called him when she passed out.
She got allergic to morning-after pills she took because of Nathan, and she still called him? What did she take him for?
Stanley''s lips curled into a thin, cold smile. His words came out even sharper than before. "Let''s just get this divorce over with. We can keep it from Grandma, but let''s at least get the paperwork done first-"
Before he could finish, Wendy picked up the pillow and hurled it at him with all her strength. "Get out!"
She wanted him to leave.
The pillow struck his handsome face before falling to the floor. Stanley suddenly bent down, pinning her back onto the bed.
Wendy tried to fight back, but Stanley held both of her iling hands to the side of the bed, his voice a low growl. "Wendy, who gave you permission toy a hand on me? Have I been too lenient with you?"
Wendy struggled to keep her tears in check, but it was no use. The tears fell relentlessly, as if they had broken free from some invisible chain.
Her vision blurred as the tears continued to pour.
She cried.
Stanley''s chest tightened. He had wanted to see her cry, but now that it was happening, he was flustered. She always did this to him-made him feel confused, frustrated
Wendy sucked in a shuddering breath, her voice trembling and broken. "Stanley, I hate you... I really, really hate you...!"
She repeated it over and over, and she cried while doing so.
Stanley knew she was good at getting men''s attention, but now, even now, she was pulling him in. His throat
tightened, his voice hoars. "Why do you hate me?"
She was the one who had messed up.
She was still his wife!
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Tears continued to streak Wendy''s pale face, a rush of sadness and frustration overwhelming her. "Because you don''t want me...because you always use the fact that I love you to hurt me..."
He had promised he would want her, but he didn''t.
In the years they had been married, he had never been kind to her. He was
always tormenting her.
She really, truly hated him.
Why was he doing this to her?
Stanley felt something inside him soften. The sensation was confusing, like a mix
of pain and tenderness that he couldn''t exin. His heart ached, and his thoughts were all over the ce.
He wanted to say something, but then his gaze fell on her cor.
With the way she was lying, he could see the delicate curve of her corbone, which was marked with hickeys.
Those marks led downward, disappearing into her soft, round bosom.
Stanley could easily imagine how intense things must have been between her and Nathan.
Ayer of dark, angry red spread across his narrowed eyes. That softness in his chest vanished, reced with a cold, hard bitterness. All of this was just her way of seducing men!
She didn''t love him anymore.
He let go of Wendy and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Wendy turned over, her back to him, andy on her side. She wiped her face with her hand, trying to push away the evidence of her tears. "I can leave anytime. Just tell me when you''re ready to get the divorce."