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

Chapter 84

Austin revved up the engine of his Mercedes as he and Joy sped towards Crystal Cove Villas. Joy was on her cell, dialing Curtis’ number. The moment he picked up, she exploded.

“Curtis, you absolute scumbag, go to hell!”

Austin, who was behind the wheel, raised an eyebrow at the mention of the name. “Is that your friend’s husband, Curtis?”

Joy was too incensed to even acknowledge Austin’s question.

Curtis, having his morning ambushed with such vitriol, sounded unexpectedly calm and lethargic, “Okay, I will.”

“You just wait! I don’t have time

for your crap right now. Where’s Anne?”

The sound of a lighter flicking open and a cigarette being lit crackled through the phone, “She left.”

did she go?”

on the dining table was brimming with cigarette butts. Curtis leaned back in his chair, his

nostril. How dare you ask me? The last time I talked to her,

turned off, and yet you can still act so casual about it. Curtis, do you

Curtis frown, getting

he didn’t know. With no

grimly, “She’s not at home.”

else she might go.

of insight, excitement pounding on her as she slapped

Grove Manors. Joy rushed into the elevator the moment they arrived, with Austin trailing just a step behind, nearly getting trapped by the closing

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herself in a robe and shuffled from her bedroom to find the pounding continued,

“Leanne? Leanne?”

a picture of confusion. “What are you doing

her safe and sound, with her fresh and unblemished face looking as if she’d just been roused from a pleasant dream,