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!”

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

seemed to know more about his whereabouts than

parked at its private slot, with a tall, imposing man descending the steps.

beyond handsome, with chiseled features and a deep-set brow, nose, and eyes that stood out in

and long

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half step behind, reporting something to him while a secretary pushed luggage

appeared relaxed, a hint of exhaustion lingering maybe from the long flight.

at the

Curtis was back?

out later

not coming out for dinner with me tonight,” Joy grumbled.

your treat skip. We’ll catch up

the sky outside had darkened.

to the point of feeling hollow.

Villas.

and rarely cooked, especially since they had

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

dishes, a two-hour ordeal. The

yet.

dining table for nearly an hour and then tried calling Curtis, to no avail. The message she sent went unanswered as well.

passed, leaving her with no appetite.

Curtis was still not home.

away the cold meal and was mindlessly scrolling through social