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.

pinched her, transforming the curse

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

glanced at

and the golden hues of a French

names she couldn’t pronounce,

hosted a mix of high-society

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Chapter 12

black leather sofa at the far end of the room, his legs crossed, his dark pants accentuating his lean

a pretty woman.

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

room’s previously carefree atmosphere turned

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

busy boozing and hitting on people?

the cigarette, Curtis massaged his temple, and his smirk

keeping tabs on me closely. What is this, a

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

on with your business”,” Leanne said, pulling Joy down to sit. “I’ll

until you’re free.”

the room

him with a foot, whispering a curse, “You absolute moron, letting them sit down

“I was just being polite. How was I supposed to know she’d take