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!”

a hot topic for the local financial media. Curtis’ comings and goings

know more about his whereabouts

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

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

sleek suit hugged a frame that boasted broad shoulders and long legs, his every move radiating a natural air of aristocracy.

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assistant followed a half step behind, reporting something to him while a secretary pushed luggage behind them, all

from the long flight. His

at the photo.

Curtis was back?

found out later than

dinner with me tonight,” Joy grumbled. “I

won’t let your treat skip. We’ll catch

up, Leanne noticed the sky

had been so busy that she hadn’t even had time to eat, starving to the point of feeling hollow. She hurriedly hailed a cab to her married home in the luxurious

Villas.

worked late and rarely cooked, especially since they

timing couldn’t be worse. Leanne had just fired the housekeeper, and it

few dishes, a two-hour ordeal. The meal was ready, but Curtis hadn’t shown up

yet.

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

hunger pangs had passed, leaving her

clock struck ten, and Curtis

put away the cold meal and was mindlessly scrolling through social media when