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!”

topic for the local financial media. Curtis’ comings and goings had become even more of a focal

know more about his whereabouts than Leanne, his

photo was a candid shot at the airport, a Gulfstream G650 jet parked at

and a deep-set brow, nose, and eyes that stood out

a frame that boasted broad shoulders and long

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half step behind, reporting something to him while a

hint of exhaustion lingering maybe from the long flight. His side profile in the photo radiated a vibe

stared at the photo.

Curtis was back?

found out later

Joy grumbled. “I just got

replied, “Don’t worry. I won’t let your

the

point of feeling hollow. She hurriedly

Villas.

Leanne often worked late and rarely cooked, especially since they had a housekeeper. Plus, cooking was not exactly

and it would be shameful if he

Leanne whipped up a few dishes, a two-hour ordeal. The

yet.

at the dining table for nearly an hour and then tried calling Curtis, to

pangs had passed, leaving her with

struck ten, and Curtis

mindlessly scrolling through social media when she came across a post from