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

Chapter 62

“Who on earth is so classless as to toss a bunch of cigarette butts on the doorstep?” By the afternoon, Caleb had emailed Leanne an electronic spreadsheet detailing an

impressive portfolio of real estate. Among the listed properties were a number of estates at Stonebridge and various other properties across the globe, including some in the exclusive enclave of Starlake. The listings filled several pages, each more impressive than the last.

On the phone, Caleb had pitched a few particularly charming Stonebridge houses Leanne, all turn-key ready. The prices were enough to make her head spin. It would take her a lifetime and a half of doctor’s salaries to afford even one.

“If you’re interested, I can show you around anytime,” Caleb had offered. “Just pick your favorite and I’ll have all the paperwork ready for a smooth transfer.”

Leanne had been on her way to a patient’s room when she hung up, and she found herself frozen in the hospital corridor, momentarily dazed, forgetting where she was headed.

Selina popped up from behind her. “Hey, what’s got you zoning out?”

Leanne, reminded of her task, started walking towards the patient’s room, with the sound of Selina’s wheelchair rolling behind her.

“What’s with the eyes? Been crying? Rough night with your hubby? Or did he give you a hard time again?”

Leanne retorted, “Are you from the CIA?”

“Nah, just a humble lover of the gossip grapevine,” Selina teased, bombarding Leanne with

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but exclaim loudly, “Dr. Castillo, are you getting a

the patients stopped their moaning and turned their

only

the entire ophthalmology department was abuzz with the news that Leanne was getting a divorce. Her slightly red eyes were all the evidence they needed. Sandra, another colleague, was oddly

happy?” she asked nonchalantly, picking at her lunch. “Looks like you’re happier than my husband’s

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break room erupted in laughter as Sandra turned blushed, which nearly matched her

Ruben, because she found herself getting a stern talking-to, “Keep your personal life out of the hospital. It’s distracting the patients and your colleagues.”

to Mr. Marshall. There was

Sandra had started at the hospital around the same time. Sandra, being related to the hospital director, naturally aligned with Ruben. Leanne, a novice to the politics within the hospital, unwittingly became a thorn in

promoted and left, Ruben took over.

though, Leanne was in no mood to hold back “Why don’t

if I’ve ever mentioned a word about my private life?” She retorted, “I can’t manage the patients’ curiosity, but maybe you can have a word with Sandra. Tell her there’s no room under my bed for her to keep tabs on my

was livid. “Leanne, what kind of attitude is that?”

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