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

Chapter 39

“Man, the drama in high society never ends, does it?” Selina mused, her expression a mix of awe and amusement. “Makes my dad’s little affair a child’s play.”

Joy gave her a side-eye and said, “Girl, are you for real?”

“I’ll tell you all about it some other time.” Selina waved off the question and turned to Leanne. “So, did you go through with it?”

A bittersweet smile tugged at Leanne’s lips. It was meant to be a grimace, but instead, there was a serene coldness to it as if she was facing her destiny with a calm

indifference.

Unlike Selina, who was accustomed to the luxuries of nobility, Leanne had lost the shield of her parents early in life, growing up amidst one struggle after another.

All she ever wanted was some peace and stability.

If she had a choice, she wouldn’t have wanted to get involved in this mess.

She had wanted to say no, but Jennifer, already aggravated by Mary, had snapped, “Leanne, we took you in, raised you and funded your education. Now our family needs your help, and you don’t get to say no.”

Spoiled Selina wasn’t about to worry about obligations.

nothing. You gotta look out for yourself and forget about so-called debts of gratitude. If you feel like repaying, fine. If not, they can go kick rocks! I mean, you’re just a little too sincere. If it were me

was hard to say. After all, squeezing money out of the Richardson family

just felt weary, a deep mental exhaustion. She

there wouldn’t be a next time.

subdued mood, Joy didn’t bother arguing with Selina and instead took Leanne out

she had brought up divorce with Curtis, Joy

for this day!” Leanne offered a weak smile. “Why does it

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else is

Leanne paused, “And

divorce for

hearing it out loud still stung. She knew the kind of life Leanne had been living these

care, but Joy did.

a pretty face with a fat wallet. What’s so great about that?” Joy declared, flippantly. “You’re better off without him. Let’s go find you a fresh college boy! I mean, you know what’s harder than a

do

were elsewhere, so she didn’t anticipate where Joy’s loud voice would take them. The violin music in the restaurant was suddenly drowned out by Joy’s booming declaration, “It’s the dick of an eighteen-year-old

fell into an