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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their moaning and turned their heads with curiosity. “Dr. astillo,

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all the evidence they needed.

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

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erupted in laughter as Sandra turned blushed, which nearly matched

a stern talking-to, “Keep your personal life out of the

had first joined the hospital, Ruben wasn’t yet the head of the department. That title belonged to Mr. Marshall. There was tension between them, splitting the department into factions. Mr. Marshall was a renowned surgeon, while Ruben

around the same time. Sandra, being related to the hospital director, naturally aligned with Ruben. Leanne, a

Ruben took over. Leanne had since

hold back “Why don’t you check

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

what kind of attitude is

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