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

Chapter 55

Devin’s parties were legendary for their raucous energy, with thumping bass lines and an endless supply of booze.

As the music pulsed, bodies swayed, and the usual barriers of social class seemed to melt away in the rhythm.

Suzan was the belle of the ball, effortlessly charming her way through the crowd. With every conversation, she caught the ball and tossed it back with grace, her wit as sharp as a tack. She was the very image of high EQ and social grace.

Jennifer often complained about Leanne’s shyness and lack of social savvy. To her, Suzan was the epitome of confidence and social grace.

Joy thrived in these settings, darting through the crowd like a social butterfly, her original reasons for attending long forgotten.

Leanne, no dancer, sought refuge in a quiet corner. Just as she settled down, she felt a gaze upon her.

Glancing across, she noticed Selina at the other end of the couch, her leg in a cast resting. on the armrest, wearing a surprised expression.

“I looked for you and you ignored me. You said you’d be resting at home, and here you are at a party!” Selina complained.

Leanne glanced at her, “Does your nurse even know you’re out?”

Selina pouted, playing the sympathy card, “I just wanted to hang out with you.”

Coming to Suzan’s party to seek her out was certainly creative.

you go sing the national anthem at the White House

chatting nearby when someone asked, “Heard from Devin you’re staying put this time. Did you

anymore,” Suzan confessed, “Nothing beats a good old-fashioned

wondered why Mr. Curtis left his thriving business on Bullion Boulevard. It turns out he came

at the comment, the answer to her long-held question finally clear.

return home because Suzan

back home again, he was truly

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of hair from her face. She blushed at

glanced outside, “Don’t tease. Curtis isn’t swayed by

her gaze to the

the roses were still meticulously tended, blooming vibrantly.

beside a bush of Constance roses, his left hand in his pocket, right hand holding a phone to his

Curtis was always on call, taking time out for a party. If

it Curtis’ keen senses or just coincidence?

you!” exclaimed a woman beside

up. You mention him and he senses

with him through the glass, the sweetness between

what it felt like to be a bystander to others’ romance.

thought Suzan and Curtis made a perfect