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.”

down onto the sofa, “Worry less, eat well, sleep tight, and aim for 120 years old, that’s all you need. As for everything

bent down and planted a kiss on her white hair,

was left fuming and speechless, her anger lodged

Bentley had been parked across from the city hall for nearly half an hour when Jake glanced in the

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through the glass at the opposite

city hall, clad in tousled by

pea coat, her long

watch repeatedly, her frown deepening

broke the silence, “Mr. Curtis, aren’t we going over?

not hearing him, Curtis remained still until he saw

he moved, opening the door and stepping

the agreed-upon time of 9,00

even for divorce, he couldn’t

Curtis’ number. After two rings, he picked up. “Can’t you

Curtis voice came through nonchalantly, “What’s the rush? What’s a couple of minutes delay going

might pull some stunt, Leanne

do? Maybe I’ll stand at the entrance and wait for two minutes, even it out for you, how’s that?”

Typical Curtis logic.

his presence and turned to look down the sidewalk.

figure swathed in a black coat, a stark contrast to the bleak winter backdrop.

ended the call and crossed

her

agreement, signing her name at the

a moment’s