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?”

hand on the desk with a force that made Sandra jump, “Give it back to you? Do you think promotions are a game? Or are you trying to say you didn’t cause enough of a scene

Sandra shrank back.

of here and go back

“Uncle…”

that sent her stomping out of the office in a huff.

swing, and Joy had ditched her co-workers’

a 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, both women were

boss is lucky to have

telling me. I just landed him a

bottles of wine. They sat cross-legged on the car Leanne, trying

this is lasagna and not a stack of wet rags?” Joy couldn’t help but

that bad? I thought it was

starving, even a boot might taste

them both generous

with a smile.

to that.”

finished their first drinks when the doorbell rang insistently. Joy

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

cried