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

Chapter 37

Joy tucked her phone away and leaned against the door, arms folded, giving her the once-over. “And who might you be?”

Selina shot her a sidelong glance. “I could ask you the same.”

With a flip of her hair, Joy declared, “I’m her husband here.”

“Please,” Selina’s smirk was a masterclass in disdain. “Are you her husband? You mean you’re Cur…”

Before she could finish, a cookie was shoved into her mouth, silencing the rest of her

sentence.

Leanne’s voice was firm. “Zip it. Back to your room, or you can kiss pain relief goodbye.”

Selina was speechless.

For the first time in her life, she felt cornered and had no choice but to submit. When the pain in her eyes flared up, it was unbearable!

Leanne had warned that the painkiller should be used sparingly, giving it to her only when she was absolutely desperate, begging like a child for just one drop of relief.

With her mouth begrudgingly shut, Selina seethed, “Fine, I won’t ask. But this is personal revenge!”

With time to kill and fully aware that Amy wouldn’t dare harm her, Joy leisurely walked over to Selina’s wheelchair, giving it a spin to face the other direction.

“Which room is she in?” she asked, “I’ll help you wheel her back.”

was palpable. “Room 23!”

Selina’s voice boomed as she was unceremoniously pushed out of

retorted, “Bring it on. Let’s see

ended with Joy trying to hoist Selina onto the bed against her will, while Selina

Selina was livid.

just want to know why she married Curtis. What’s the big deal? I’m just curious. She’s gorgeous and brilliant. Why not

paused her rough handling, pointing a finger at Selina as if to say, “Good

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got taste.”

onto a nearby chair.

“Let’s talk turkey!”

Selina left, Amy queried, “Why’s she been bothering you so much these days?”

“She’s got

hubby,”

was the repeated mentions of Curtis, Leanne was starting to feel

he’s not exactly easy on the

he’s ugly then?” The other person sputtered.

five foot nothing, bald

an awkward

Joy, she found

practically spitting with passion. “After Leanne’s parents passed, the Richardson family didn’t care about her at all. It was only after that journalist’s story broke, afraid

of conscience,” Selina chimed in, conveniently forgetting her own father