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

Chapter 80

Not long after Mary fell gravely ill, the wedding between him and Leanne was all set. Carl by marriage became even more stubborn about not returning what was owed.

“You’re marrying into the Richardson family who are loaded! They don’t need our little house. Are you trying to drive us to the poorhouse or what?”

Growing up, people were taught all these high-minded morals so as to shape oneself into a beacon of integrity. But once you stepped into the real world, you quickly realized that it didn’t give two hoots about your principles.

Try reasoning with a bulldozer like Carl was a dead end.

Over the years, Leanne had made several attempts to reclaim her family’s possessions, but to no avail.

But now, with divorce from Curtis on the horizon, her ties with the Richardson family were about to be severed.

She wanted her parents’ belongings back and reclaim her childhood home.

Leanne didn’t know how Violet managed to convince stubborn Carl. But within days, she received a call.

“Leanne…” Violet stammered on the phone, “I’ve had a word with Carl. We’ll pack up and leave tomorrow. We know we messed up and..

Leanne cut her off, “I’m at work. If there’s nothing else, I gotta go.”

“Oh, no, that’s all. I just wanted to say I’ll come by tomorrow to hand over the keys.”

me,”

her. Although Leanne wasn’t afraid of a legal fight, it was a hassle, time-consuming and draining. And she wanted no further entanglement

bureaucratic nightmare, involving a carousel of government

Curtis has been coming home

by a hair.”

been swamped, dashing

tonight?” she asked Laura after

him a

“Maybe later.”

day off and crashed into bed,

two cats into carriers and handed them over to an elderly neighbor in building 12, carefully explaining pet care tips before

about to leave, he even asked her to stay a bit longer: “How about a cup of coffee before you take off? I bet you can’t

that coffee another time,” Leanne said with

she rang up Curtis.

on his way to a meeting, trailed by a pack of suit-clad executives. His Italian designer shoes tapped a crisp rhythm on the floor. He

answer.

sun, he answered with a lazy smirk, “What’s up, busy bee? Got a

free tonight?”

“Tonight?”

who began to