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

Chapter 121

The director of hospital had barely settled back into his office after an afternoon meetin

d him, she bolted over, “Uncle.” when he heard the familiar clatter of footsteps in the hallway. Sandra was practically lying in wait outside his door, and as soon as she spotted

The director didn’t seem thrilled to see her, “What are you doing here again, Sandra? Haven’t I told you not to come around if it isn’t important?”

“I’ve been listening, I swear. Haven’t come by in days. But today, Uncle, I’ve really got some big news for you.”

Sandra shamelessly followed him into his office, and as soon as the door shut, she blurted out, “Leanne and Curtis have really gotten divorced this time. They went to the city hall this morning and made it official.”

The director raised an eyebrow, his face a picture of contemplation, “Serious?”

“Cross my heart. I heard it straight from her.”

“That’s got nothing to do with you.” The director was wary, though. After all, he had no beef with Leanne and didn’t see the point in risking the Richardson family’s ire over a minor squabble with a small-time doctor.

“Just keep your nose clean, will you? And stop pestering her. I don’t need any more headaches.”

“But,” Sandra pleaded, her voice edging toward desperation, “Now that she’s divorced and without any backing, can’t you just get her to give back my promotion spot?”

you think promotions are a game? Or are you trying to say you didn’t cause enough of a

Sandra shrank back.

here and

“Uncle…”

sent her stomping out

had ditched her co-workers’ party to celebrate with Leanne at

fully decorated Christmas tree from the office, lugging it up the stairs with great difficulty. The tree was grand, adorned with all kinds of baubles that kept falling off as she schlepped it along. By the time it was safely in the living room,

is lucky to have you,” Leanne panted.

just landed him

couple of bottles of wine. They sat cross-legged on the car Leanne, trying out a new recipe, had prepared a lasagna that was, well,

lasagna and not a stack of wet

pride deflated a bit, “Is it really that bad? I thought it was somewhat

say when you’re starving, even a boot might taste

as Joy poured them both generous glasses of red wine, “Here’s to ditching

clinked glasses with

to that.”

finished their first drinks when the doorbell rang insistently. Joy hopped

tried to slam it shut again, only to have the visitor wedge

Selina cried out, grimacing in