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

Chapter 8

Sandra’s voice oozed familiarity with Curtis, and Leanne glanced up at her with a hint of

irritation.

Although they started at the same hospital and department in the same year, Sandra had always been at odds with her.

When Leanne married Curtis, she hadn’t even graduated from her advanced studies, let alone started at the hospital. Without family on her side, the bridal party consisted solely of her one friend, Joy.

“You guys haven’t seen that epic wedding photo, have you?” Sandra interrupted, “The one where they’re exchanging rings, and the bride’s wearing this dreamy veil. That profile, that vibe, it’s absolutely killer! Let me pull it up for you.”

She dug out the photo from some old news article online, and they all huddled around, chatting excitedly:

“Can’t see her face, but her figure screams knockout beauty!”

“Man, I’d love to know who she is.”

“Hey, Dr. Castillo, doesn’t that profile look like you?”

Leanne kept her composure and replied, “You must be mistaken.”

on,” Sandra rolled her eyes dramatically, “As if she’d

as a pond. “How do you know my luck isn’t that

to retort, a nurse emphatically slapped her thigh. “With Dr. Castillo’s looks and

you ever seen her hubby? If she married

you introduce your husband to us?”

put down her fork, cleaned her mouth, and said, “My husband is a ghost. Didn’t want to scare you

faces behind. After her shift, Leanne came home to find Laura had prepared a feast, an array of

argued, “Even if you don’t eat it, Mr.

eat twelve dishes

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Chapter 8

keen to return a small kindness with much more. She

once she closed her heart to someone, reopening it was a tall order

even if we

breath. “It’s all Mr.

is just fine. If you want to grumble,

her mouth shut.

still hadn’t come home. Laura kept glancing toward the door, unable to help herself. “Aren’t you going to call Mr.