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.

but Leanne pinched her, transforming the

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

at

golden hues of

whose names she couldn’t pronounce, and plush

hosted a mix of high-society men and

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was seated on a black leather sofa at the far end of the

him sat a pretty

recognized her as the one from those photos, the one in the mini

the room’s previously carefree

questioned, “So, this is what’s been keeping you

and hitting on

his smirk held a mischievous edge through the

by you just as I started to have fun. You’re keeping tabs on me

was dismissive as if going days without answering calls or coming home was no big

pulling Joy down to

you’re free.”

the room fell

disbelief while Skyler nudged him with a foot, whispering a curse, “You

polite. How was I supposed to know she’d