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

Chapter 11

As Curtis descended the staircase, Mary sat firmly trenched in the living room armchair, cane in hand, her presence as formidable as a judge awaiting the start of a trial.

The moment she caught sight of him, she barked, “You rascal, get over here.”

Curtis, looking like he’d barely slept, with bags under his eyes, took a gulp of his black coffee and replied, “What now, Your Majesty?”

Mary’s face was a picture of fury as she interrogated him, “Tell me, is it Anne or that Suzan you’re truly smitten with?”

“Still gossiping at your age,” Curtis muttered, his attention elsewhere.

Her temper flared, “Don’t you get smart with me. What promises did you make to me, huh? And what have you done instead? Look at the state you’ve left our Anne in.”

“I’m not having it. You better clean break it with Suzan and go apologize to Anne.”

“Isn’t the house chaotic enough for you?” Curtis downed the remaining half-cup of coffee as if it were poison he’d grown immune to, shrugged on his suit jacket, and headed for the door. “Mind your own business from now on.”

Incensed, Mary threw the teacup from the coffee table at him.

Curtis didn’t bother to dodge. Unfortunately for her, her aim was off, and the cup sailed passed him, leaving only a few droplets to stain his crisp new suit.

Curtis clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Always one for impeccable presentation, today he couldn’t be bothered to change into a fresh suit. Grabbing a towel offered by the maid, he wiped at the spot carelessly before tossing it aside.

“Trying to be a sharpshooter with those old eyes? Maybe I should stand closer to make it easier for you.”

That only fueled Mary’s rage, and she shot up, brandishing her cane, “I’ll knock some sense into you, you little brat.”

insult yourself,” Curtis caught the cane effortlessly, guiding her back down onto the sofa, “Worry less, eat well, sleep tight, and aim for 120 years old, that’s all you need. As for

kiss on

fuming and speechless, her anger lodged in her throat, unable to erupt.

hall for nearly half an hour when Jake glanced in

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the glass at the opposite

the entrance of the city hall, clad in tousled by

pea coat, her long hair

repeatedly, her frown deepening with each

Curtis, aren’t we going over? Mrs.

if not hearing him, Curtis remained still until he saw Leanne

moved, opening the door and

the agreed-upon time

for divorce, he

rings, he picked up. “Can’t you ever be on time?”

“What’s the rush? What’s a couple of minutes delay going to cost

he might pull some stunt, Leanne frowned, “I lose two minutes.”

Curtis chuckled, “So what should we do? Maybe I’ll stand at the entrance and wait for two minutes,

Typical Curtis logic.

presence and

in a black coat,

the call and crossed the

Leanne pocketed her phone and

Leanne scanned the agreement, signing

a moment’s hesitation.