Novel & Cerita Stan And Wendy

My name is Wendy, and I am a thirty-year-old stay-at-home wife. When Mark and I first started dating, he treated me with patience and warmth. He remembered small anniversaries, brought me flowers after work, and made me believe I had chosen a dependable man. After we married, he handled most of the outside business while I managed the house, the bills, and his daily life. For several years, our marriage looked peaceful from the outside. Mark was handsome, successful, and polite in front of everyone. Friends often said I was lucky to have a husband who worked hard and rarely raised his voice.

From Christmas, two years back. Luca didn't have much allowance, but still begged the maid to take him shopping. He picked out three towels with cartoon characters stitched on them. When Stanley and I opened the gift, we just stared. Then we spent hours wrapped in a blanket, laughing with Luca. That was our last Christmas together. Not long after, Stanley's old friend Howard died in a car crash. His final message to Stanley read: [Stanley, I'm gone. Archie's still so little, I'm afraid he'll be bullied. Please take care of him. In the next life, let's still be best friends.]

Wendy's head jerked to the side, and the rims of her eyes went red. Something pulled me back into the past. Wendy, Summer, and I were childhood friends. Summer and Wendy were pro skiers, and they put their lives on the line to marry me. Both women leaped off a 300-foot-tall platform and nearly died. I refused to see them getting into another life-threatening case. So, I cruelly rebuffed Wendy's advances and got engaged to Summer. I even gave her my kidney so she could live. … The day before our wedding, I saw her cheating with the underprivileged student I sponsored. Joe gripped Summer's waist and grinned at me, saying, "You don't last as long as I do in bed. That's what she said."

I added gently, hoping to convey my feelings without causing any undue pain. Stan's smile faltered slightly, but he nodded in understanding, his gaze never leaving mine. "I understand, Wendy," he said quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Friends it is." I sighed in relief at his words but I couldn't shake the feeling of relief mingled with a twinge of guilt. Stan deserved someone who could reciprocate his feelings wholeheartedly, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had let him down in some way... I don't think so, there's Aliyah, a woman who would kill to be with him, she loves him dearly, I know she had committed a mistake but they can still be together. I wonder what really w

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

Wendy was gone for the entire week, but I knew what she was up to at all times. It was hard not to when Harvey was such a fan of posting his entire life on social media. The two enjoyed the hot springs, visited the beach, and took sunrise photos together. Thanks to his social media postings, I saw many different sides of Wendy. It turned out that she had it in her to behave the way ordinary women did when they were in a relationship. It only seemed impossible when she was with me.

The day before I left for Silverwood, Wendell suddenly showed up downstairs at Mom's house. He was clutching a bouquet of white roses—my favorite flowers in college. The moment I opened the door, he dropped to his knees with a heavy thud. "Please give me a chance to explain myself, Tania!" I gazed at him. "Wendell." "Yeah." "Get up." He lifted his head, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't drive me away, Tania. Carissa doesn't love me. After you broke up with me, she didn't want me anymore; she just loves the chase!"

Hannah spoke up. "What's that?" Grace asked. "Who's taking who's last name? My last name is Stanford, and yours is?" Grace hadn't thought about who was going to take who's last name. "Well my last name is Anderson. I honestly like the sound of Grace Stanford. It sounds kinda fancy." She giggled. "Well future Mrs. Stanford it is then. Off we go." Hannah held out her arm for Grace to take. The two walked into the court house and towards the marriage license office. A young woman greeted them almost instantly. "Are you two here for the nine am appointment?"

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for

One day, when I woke up from my nap, I felt a familiar hand holding mine—it was rough and broad. Then, I saw Luke slipping a wedding ring onto my finger. It was a ring that I had sold back then. A vibrant bouquet stood on my nightstand too, and the aroma of lilies filled the room. Luke said, "Today's our wedding anniversary, and I promised you that we'd spend it together. See, Wendy? I kept my promise. I'm giving you back the old Luke you used to know. Please don't leave, okay?" The ring hung loosely on my finger. I was nothing but skin and bones now, so it could no longer bind me.