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

Chapter 15

Public rejection hit the rising pop singer hard. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure after she heard the cold and swift denial..

After witnessing the fleeting look of embarrassment the singer couldn’t hide, Leanne felt a hint of sympathy. A smirk played at the corners of her lips.

She knew that sting well.

Curtis hadn’t been home for days when Leanne tracked him down to a dinner party. There, amidst a crowd of onlookers, he stood with a casual, cold smirk, saying, “If I can’t be with the one I love, then who I marry doesn’t matter.

That

at was Curtis. He could make you feel like you were floating on air, cherished and adored, and then, he’d slice right through your heart with a feather-light touch.

With a heavy, tight sensation in her chest, Leanne grabbed a glass and asked Joy, “Get me one, will you?”

Without hesitation, Joy filled her glass. “How’s that? Good stuff, right?”

The drink was smooth and rich, with a lingering taste that justified its price. Leanne nodded in agreement, “There’s a reason it’s expensive.”

Joy poured another and slung an arm around Leanne’s shoulders. “Drink up, darling. Drown your sorrows!”

Leanne was curious. “Are you this happy because you love drinking?”

“As if.

much.”

chuckle. “At least you’re self-aware.”

anticipated the potency of the

couldn’t recall the moment she collapsed, nor where she ended up, just that she

a.m. alarm was blaring. Hungover, exhausted, and nearly unable to

arm reached over her and turned

warm embrace, half-asleep, she saw the sharp lines of a man’s jaw.

It was Curtis.

a dream?

on him, burying her head in

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Chapter 15

the feeling

her eyes, she stared at his distinctly masculine throat for seconds before

gaze held an ambiguous

“Comfortable?” he asked.

an octopus, probably a side effect of her drunken stupor, her body acting

as she took her arms off his waist and backed out of

He replied with a dry politeness.

to