Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 1

Leanne Castillo had just finished a delicate retinal reattachment surgery and was stepping out of the OR. After scrubbing out, she flicked on her phone to find a call from Joy Campbell, her bestie.

“Babe, your hubby’s back in town?” asked Joy.

“I’ve been trying to hit you up for lunch, but you ignored me. What’s up? Your man flies back, and you don’t give your best friend a heads-up?”

Leanne shut her locker and headed out. “Just got out of surgery. I had no idea he was flying in today.”

“What?” Joy’s no-nonsense tone burst through, “That jerk, he’s returned and didn’t even bother to call you?”

Leanne sighed. “When has he ever?”

It had barely been six months since they tied the knot when Curtis Richardson had jetted off to Starlake City without discussion with Leanne.

He’d return once or twice a year, landing without giving her a heads-up every time.

But Curtis did have a brilliant mind. In just a few years, his ElitePinnacle Investments had carved out a legend on Bullion Boulevard.

At 27, he was already on the list of the top 50 most influential people in global finance and graced the cover of “The Banker” magazine, all of which Leanne had learned from the financial news, not from him.

“Girl, your man’s return is all over the news. The girls at the office have been buzzing about it all day, and here you are, totally clueless.”

Joy

y sent a screenshot of the headline news and continued, “Just look at that. Ignoring hist personality for a second, your husband is so handsome!”

of Stonebridge’s elites, had always been a hot topic for the local financial media. Curtis’ comings

more about his whereabouts than

candid shot at the airport, a Gulfstream G650 jet parked at its private slot, with a tall, imposing man

chiseled features and a deep-set brow, nose, and

suit hugged a frame that boasted broad shoulders and long legs, his every

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behind, reporting something to him while a secretary pushed luggage

flight. His side profile in the photo radiated a vibe of casual

at

Curtis was back?

out later than Joy.

me tonight,” Joy grumbled. “I just got a bonus and wanted to

won’t let your treat skip.

up, Leanne noticed the sky outside

to the point of feeling

Villas.

Leanne often worked late and rarely cooked, especially since they had

be worse. Leanne had just fired the housekeeper, and it would be shameful if he came home to find nothing to eat.

two-hour ordeal. The meal was ready,

yet.

table for nearly an hour and then tried calling Curtis, to no avail. The message

hunger pangs had passed, leaving her with

struck ten, and Curtis was still

away the cold meal and was mindlessly scrolling through social media when she came across a post from