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.

out, tears streaming down her face as she made a beeline for Leanne, grabbing and shaking her in a frenzy.

out! I thought something awful happened. I’ve

using her sleeve to dab at her friend’s tears with the gentlest reassurance. “I’m okay. I’m fine. Stop crying, will you?”

picked up your phone! Or at least kept it on!

her friend’s

didn’t finish until five in the morning. I dropped my

mode in her night-shift haze. Lost amidst a sea of boxes

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

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sidelines. The disparity between her concern for Joy versus her casual dismissal of his worry

worry?” he managed in a

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

ache start up again in

way over condensed into an

thought it would