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

Chapter 7

After boarding the sleek black limousine, Curtis settled into the plush leather seat, crossing his legs casually and elegantly. The extended cabin was spacious and comfortable, providing ample room to maintain a polite distance, a buffer zone of social decorum between them.

The air was thick with tension.

Leanne couldn’t be sure if Curtis and his mother had broached the topic of divorce in the study. After sitting silently for a moment, she turned her head and asked, “Did your mom say anything to you?”

While glancing sideways, Curtis’ eyes were indifferent. “Say what?”

It appeared the subject hadn’t come up.

Leanne fiddled with her fingertips, hesitating for a few seconds before she spoke again, “In a month, it will be…”

Her attempt at conversation was interrupted by Curtis’ phone ringing. He slowly diverted his gaze from Leanne and answered the call.

Whoever was on the other end, Curtis kept his responses brief, his eyes shifting to gaze out the window, his profile etched with a detached coolness.

After he hung up, he instructed the driver to pull over.

Once the car stopped, Leanne heard his detached voice. “Get out. I have a business to attend to. Another car will pick you up later.”

Leanne couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you off to this late?”

with ambiguous intent, and a cold smirk tugged at

nosy, Mrs. Richardson.”

ice water,

she silently opened the door and stepped out mid-journey.

in the sporadic glow of streetlights, their yellow beams tall and distant. The night was

downtown, with no shops in

had forgotten her scarf, and the cold air crept down her neck and seeped into her bones through the gaps in her sweater. She halled a ride on her phone app and left.

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was there. She dutifully offered her house slippers and glanced behind her “Mrs. Richardson,

about to head upstairs but then remembered something. She

for them.

a litter box, and something

looked around surprisingly before commenting, “You’re keeping so many cats. Mr. Curtis is not gonna be

don’t get out,” Leanne said dismissively. “If he’s displeased,

so agreeable. Laura wondered if Leanne was still holding a grudge over last time, so

didn’t return home that night nor for the following

been for the frequent updates about him on various media outlets, Leanne might have wondered if