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

Chapter 85

“Serious? You come banging on my door first thing in the morning only to ask me that?”

Moving was a hassle and a half, and Leanne was a neat freak. She didn’t have a wink of sleep until she tucked away everything. She’d been at it until dawn, and at the moment, roused from a measly four hours of shut-eye by his relentless knocking, she was not in

the mood.

Leanne grumbled with a groggy voice tinged with a soft, sleepy nasal quality, “I was up all night cleaning up, for heaven’s sake.”

The news hit Curtis like a punch to the chest. He’d bolted from his place the second he got. off the phone with Joy, racing to the hospital where he heard Leanne hadn’t shown up for her shift. His heart sank to his boots as he imagined the worst during the drive over. And there she was, just “cleaning up”.

“And you couldn’t answer a phone call? Would that have killed you?”

Leanne’s brow furrowed in confusion at his sudden outburst. “Since when is ignoring calls your special privilege? Do as I say, not as I do, huh?”

“I had an emergency yesterday, okay?” Curtis explained, “Alan had a fender bender with Suzan, and I had to take her to the ER. I left my phone in the car.”

“No need to explain, Curtis. I don’t care. And it’s not like you’re always on point with calls yourself.” Leanne said coldly.

He was speechless.

streaming down her face as she made a beeline for Leanne, grabbing and shaking her

me out! I thought something awful happened. I’ve

arms around Joy, patting her back and using her sleeve to dab at

up your phone! Or at least kept it on! Do you know how

get when her friend’s phone goes

sorry. I was moving last night and didn’t finish until five in the morning. I dropped my phone somewhere in the chaos and couldn’t find it anywhere. I

Lost amidst a sea of boxes and clutter, it

tried to let you know I was okay. I couldn’t log into WhatsApp on my laptop, so I emailed you and left you a message on

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watched from the sidelines. The disparity between her concern for Joy versus her casual dismissal of

think I’d worry?” he managed in a tight

gave him a look that could only be interpreted one way. “You?

ache start

the way over condensed into an exasperated exclamation.

would have thought it would