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

Chapter 12

Lounging back with a casual cross of his legs, Devin fixed his gaze on Joy with undisguised annoyance.

“Get off your high horse!” Not too deep into her drinks, Joy had guts that belied her stature. It was the indignity that boosted her courage. Spotting Curtis in the crowd downstairs, she stormed up. “Don’t you recognize me, your granny? Get over here and kneel in respect!”

“Are you out of your damn mind?” Devin stood up abruptly, tossing aside his whiskey glass.

Joy crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. “What’s the matter? Want to take a swing at your granny, huh? You disrespectful brat, you’d be the first to go to hell.”

“Motherfucker…” Devin’s face darkened as he advanced toward her, but Leanne stepped out from behind Joy and pulled her back to safety.

Devin halted, his anger subsiding at the sight of her.

“Leanne?”

The name Leanne was like a record scratch in the room. The raucous laughter and clinking of glasses ceased, and all eyes turned toward the entrance.

Casually holding a cigarette between his fingers, Curtis looked past Devin and fixed his eyes on Leanne.

Leanne was striking, the beauty that didn’t need makeup to turn heads. Her features bold yet delicate and formed a flawless visage together.

Her perfect complexion seemed to glisten in the soft glow of the crystal chandelier.

“My apologies. She’s a bit wild when she’s had a few. Bear with us.”

Normally, Devin would’ve already kicked out anyone giving him lip. But a quick glance at Curtis made him keep his cool. “As if I’d argue with a fool.” he murmured.

her mouth to retort, but Leanne pinched her, transforming the curse into a yelp

offered, “Since you’re here, why don’t you sit down and join us?”

at

filled with the heady scent of liquor and the golden hues of

table had foreign spirits whose names she couldn’t pronounce, and plush leather

mix of high-society men and glamorous women.

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Chapter 12

end of the room, his legs

a pretty

one from those photos, the one in the mini

she entered, the room’s previously

this is what’s been keeping

busy boozing and hitting on

Curtis massaged his temple, and his smirk held a

started to have fun. You’re keeping tabs on me closely. What

as if going days without answering calls or coming home was

said, pulling Joy

you’re

in the room fell

Skyler nudged him with a foot, whispering a curse, “You absolute moron,

was just being polite. How was I supposed to know she’d take a seat?”