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

Chapter 101

Caleb could hear the phone hang up as he stood by the desk, waiting for the documents.

Curtis slammed the phone down with a huff, “Hang up on me just like that? Did I hit a nerve? Found a new flame already, huh?”

Since he returned from his trip abroad, Curtis’ mood had been as fickle as the stock market, impossible to predict.

Caleb pondered, then pulled out a yellow folder from the bottom of a stack on the upper left corner of his desk.

“The agreement has been ready for four days, drafted by the lawyer. I put a Post-it note on it. You might have missed it,” Caleb said, trying to mask his irritation.

Curtis gave him a long, unreadable look before taking the folder and lazily flipping it open. “You seem to have much to say about me lately.”

Caleb was blindsided by the accusation. “Mr. Richardson, hand on heart, I swear it isn’t

true!”

Curtis sat back in his plush, executive chair. “Oh, so maybe it’s just you that I find especially frustrating.”

Caleb was speechless. After all, Curtis was the boss.

Leanne was right. Without any disputes over assets or child custody, the agreement couldn’t be more straightforward.

Yet, Curtis scrutinized it with the intensity of a teacher grading final exams, nitpicking every detail.

“Is this font Times New Roman? It’s hideous.”

“There should be a semicolon here, not a period.”

“What’s this ‘irreconcilable differences? Is that supposed to be a term? Does divorce always mean irreconcilable differences?”

He crossed out the words “irreconcilable differences,” circled them, and shaded the circle.

until it was a black blob.

Caleb was bewildered. “Mr. Richardson, isn’t your marriage with Mrs. Richardson beyond repair?”

That stopped Curtis’ juvenile scribbling.

He glared at Caleb again. “Did you ever go to school? Something has to exist before it can break apart. We never had any feelings for each other. What’s there to be beyond repair?”

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Caleb could only nod in silent agreement.

rubbish? Did the lawyer get his license from a cereal

had left the hospital but still bothered Leanne incessantly, always

had found the trick. She would bring along Joy, and more often than

picky. Anyone who treated her to a meal was a friend in her

and Selina often sat outside the ophthalmology office, waiting for Leanne to finish

like you’ve got two

would laugh and say, “These two are harder to manage than

persistent presence, Leanne ran into Jeremy more often. He would come to pick up Selina and sometimes dine at the same restaurant

their bill, and his conduct was always

blind to Selina’s

isn’t final yet. For your brother’s reputation, maybe

The paperwork is just a formality,” Selina said casually. “Besides, what’s between you

none of my concern, but I have

marriage ended, so he didn’t mind

to jump into another relationship while the last one isn’t over properly. It’s irresponsible to myself and others. I don’t like these ambiguous

couldn’t be more evident to avoid misunderstandings. You barely speak to my brother,” Selina pouted, “Don’t you

replied. “Even if I was free, I’m not planning on

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loved and ended up being hurt so badly that it took a searing pain to come out of it. The

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could hear the phone hang up as he stood by the desk, waiting for the documents.

a huff, “Hang up on me just like that? Did I hit a nerve?

Curtis’ mood had been as fickle as the stock market, impossible to

yellow folder from the bottom of a stack on

Post-it note on it. You might have missed it,”

unreadable look before taking the folder and lazily flipping it

the accusation. “Mr. Richardson, hand

true!

in his plush, executive chair. “Oh, so maybe it’s just you that I find

speechless. After all, Curtis was the

was right. Without any disputes over assets or child custody,

a

Times New Roman? It’s

should be a semicolon here,

‘irreconcilable differences? Is that supposed to be a term? Does

words “irreconcilable differences,” circled them,

it was a black blob.

your marriage with Mrs. Richardson beyond repair?”