The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1093

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1093**
**Chapter 1093**

Stanley made his entrance.

Wendy’s heart raced, and her lashes fluttered like the wings of a startled bird. Just moments ago, she had parted ways with him, and now, here he was again, like an unexpected storm.

Nathan turned his gaze towards Stanley, an eyebrow arched in surprise. “Hey, Stanley. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Stanley strode directly to Wendy’s side and settled down beside her, a silent declaration of possession in every movement. He glanced at Nathan, a playful challenge dancing in his eyes. “You returned to the country and didn’t think to inform me right away? I’m a bit let down, you know.”

By positioning himself so closely to Wendy, Stanley was unmistakably asserting that she was his. It was as if he was sending a message that they were extending an invitation to Nathan for a meal, a gesture of hospitality for a guest recently returned from abroad.

Nathan, of course, grasped the implications all too well. Years may have passed since their last encounter, but Stanley’s possessiveness and jealousy had not waned in the slightest.

With a smirk, Nathan raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. “I was going to let you know, but then I heard you’re about to tie the knot with Jessica Larson, the daughter of the wealthiest man in town. I figured you’d be far too preoccupied for someone like me, so I thought it best not to intrude. You should consider yourself lucky for my thoughtfulness.”

He lifted his cup to his lips, savoring the moment, eager to see how Stanley would respond.

For a brief moment, silence hung in the air, thick and charged. Stanley, his best friend, had a knack for digging into old wounds.

Then, a smirk broke across Stanley’s face.

“Busy? I doubt I’m as busy as you are. You and Ivy make quite the power couple—two heirs from affluent families. I’ve heard your grandfather is already nudging for great-grandkids. You must be quite the busy bee in the honeymoon suite.”

Nathan froze, his cup suspended in mid-air, caught off guard by Stanley’s jab.

It was evident that Stanley was now reveling in a lighter mood. He took Wendy’s hand in his own, an affectionate gesture that spoke volumes. “Well, I’ve got my hands full. Wendy and I already have a daughter. You’d better get moving, my friend.”

Nathan shot him a sharp glare, irritation simmering beneath the surface.

Stanley chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. “What’s with that look? You look like you’ve just bitten into a lemon.”

“I just find your antics annoying, that’s all,” Nathan replied, his tone flat and matter-of-fact.

“She doesn’t want to divorce you?”

“Actually, she does,” Nathan admitted, a frown knitting his brow as thoughts of his wife, Ivy Quinn, invaded his mind.

Stanley raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “So she’s actively seeking a divorce?”

“What do you think? Our marriage was arranged by our families. We’ve been hitched for five years, yet we’ve never even shared a home. She’s living her life, and I’m living mine. We barely cross paths.”

Amusement flickered in Stanley’s eyes as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ve heard she’s quite the socialite and a talented jewelry designer.”

Nathan nodded, a hint of resignation in his voice. “That’s what the grapevine says.”

That single acknowledgment spoke volumes—they were essentially strangers.

Ivy was not merely a darling of high society; she was also celebrated as one of the country’s most acclaimed jewelry designers. Beyond the marriage certificate that bound them, Nathan and Ivy had nothing that truly defined them as a couple.