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?”

dining table was brimming with cigarette butts. Curtis leaned back in his chair, his shirt crumpled and

were thick as thieves, breathing through the same nostril. How dare you ask me? The last time I talked to her, she was waiting

night, her phone’s turned off, and yet you can still act so casual about

off?” Curtis

With no more words to waste, she snapped the phone shut.

said grimly, “She’s not at

about whether there is anywhere else she might go. If

insight, excitement pounding on her as she slapped Austin’s thigh, “I know! Head to Golden

Manors. Joy rushed into the elevator the

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

“Leanne? Leanne?”

her face was a

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