Stanley still remembered the night Wendy had first brought up the idea of divorce. It was his birthday, and she had made an borate dinner, waiting for him toe home.


    Things he once didn''t care about were now gone, and it left hollow feeling inside him, along with a faint ache.


    Perhaps this was the regret thates when you only realize what you''ve lost once it''s gone.


    Stanley lifted his cup, quietly sipping the warm water. The warmth spread through his mouth andzily slid down his throat, a subtle sensation as it passed.


    Before, he had never known that Wendy was Dr. Cen Busince she was the wonder doctor, why had shee into his life?


    She took a picture with his photo in Harfield,


    After he became a vegetable, she had disappeared from the public eye, retreating from the world to marry him, even cooking for him! How much did she love him?


    Stanley went through all his memories, trying to recall a time when he had met her before the photo was taken. He couldn''t remember. He didn''t know her before.


    So... When had she started having feelings for him? What had sparked her feelings?


    He really wanted to ask her.


    He always felt that there was some kind of story between them, something that had happened long ago, but it had slipped his mind.


    His tall, handsome figure seemed to carry a tinge of loneliness, his sharp features softened by a sense of mncholy.


    Wendy was eating dinner when Samuel asked, "What did Mr. Hawk want from you earlier?"


    Wendy took a bite of shrimp, her expression unreadable. "I don''t know."


    Cecelia spoke up, "Mr. Samuel, don''t bother with that guy. Besides Jessica, he''s got women flocking to him wherever he goes. He can snap his fingers and they''lle running. It''s best if she just stays away from him." Halsey, fully supporting Wendy, added, “Exactly! Wendy''s Dr. Cen-how many people wish they could just meet her? But Wendy took care of him for three years. He was the luckiest man alive, but he didn''t even appreciate it!"


    Wendy picked up her ss. "Let''s not talk about him. Right now, all I want is to get revenge for my father. Come on, let''s toast."


    "To revenge!" they all cheered.


    "Wendy, you''re sure that''s milk you''re drinking, right? You''re pregnant-no other drinks for you."


    Wendy smiled softly. "Don''t worry. I won''t drink."


    She ced her hand gently on her t stomach, rubbing it in slow circles. She loved this child more than anyone


    else.


    This was her child, and she would give all her love to it.


    After standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows for about an hour, Stanley spotted Halsey and Cecelia. Halsey a


    Stanley


    and Cecelia were leaving Wendy''s apartment, heading downstairs to leave,


    y furrowed his brows. He didn''t see Samuel.


    Why wasn''t Samueling downstairs?


    Halsey and Cecelia had left, so did that mean Sanniel was staying over at Wendy''s tonight?


    Stanley immediately took out his phone and dialed Halsey''s number.


    Downstairs, Halsey answered the call. "Hello."


    Stanley''s voice was cold. "Why did only you twoe downstairs? Where''s Samuel?"


    Halsey raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Samuel? He''s noting down. He''s staying with Wendy tonight."


    Stanley''s long fingers curled around the phone tightly.


    Halsey continued, "Why are you so surprised? They''re a couple now. Isn''t it normal for them to stay together?"


    Then she added, "You could always go find Jessica. After all, you''ve made it clear


    that you chose Jessica over Wendy, leaving her and the baby behind!"


    The mention of the child struck a nerve deep in Stanley, a sharp, instinctive reaction.


    "What baby?" he asked, his voice tight.