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

Chapter 28

She spun on her heel, ready to make her exit.

Red-faced and fuming, Selina called out to her retreating figure, “Come off it. Your mess. has nothing to do with me. I just can’t stand you snatching him from Suzan! Suzan and Curtis were childhood sweethearts, head over heels for each other. If they hadn’t broken up, you wouldn’t have had a chance to swoop in and marry him while he was on the rebound.

You might call yourself the adopted daughter of the Richardson family, but let’s face it. Everybody knows you’re someone living in the maid’s room. You can’t even hold a candle to Suzan!”

Leanne’s footsteps halted.

All the scorn and contempt she had endured for two years and all the nights of painful insomnia were laid bare in a raw, painful instant.

“Selina!” Penelope scolded, her usually gentle face stern, “How dare you speak to Dr Castillo like that?”

Then she turned to Leanne with an apologetic tone. “Dr. Castillo, Selina has always been like this, bad-tempered and tactless. Please don’t take it to heart.”

“It’s okay,” Leanne said softly, “She’s right.”

She turned to face Selina, clenching her fist tightly in her pocket until her knuckles turned white, but her expression remained as calm as still water.

“But now that he’s mine, there’s no changing that. Curtis isn’t some prize to be won. He’s a heartless player. If Suzan values him so much, she’s welcome to try and take him back.”

gaze shifted to something behind Leanne, and her face suddenly changed, a mix of surprise and awkwardness.

hand twitched, and she turned around.

entrance, holding a paper

a sleek charcoal suit, the color casting an

look he gave Leanne was indifferent, and his lips curved in a faint, cold smile.

behind someone’s back? You should at least check

are you doing

the door frame. “I

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early. So, I made a special trip to listen in. What tales have my dear wife been spinning about me behind

but what was there to

the heartless cad she had

I wrong?” Leanne asked.

spot on. Being the wife of a scoundrel like me must have been so

fingers in her pocket were numb from the tight grip, but

atmosphere between them was thick with a