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

Chapter 122

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The coffee table was overflowing with snacks and drinks, so they had been corner and the living room floor had become a makeshift buffet spread out on the carper

Leanne came back with two freshly washed glasses, just as Joy and Selina were getting a movie queued up on the projector.

They dimmed the overhead lights, leaving the warm glow of a couple of floor lamps to set the mood.

Nestled into the couch, sipping on fine wine, and engaging in laid-back conversation, th atmosphere was the epitome of relaxation.

Jeremy, hearing that the lasagna sitting neglected at the edge of the spread was Leanne’s homemade specialty, asked, “Mind if I try some?”

Leanne quickly interjected, “Oh, that? It’s not great. You should stick to the other stuff, and there’s plenty to go around.”

But Jeremy had already taken a bite and swallowed, “It’s actually pretty good.”

He ended up polishing off the entire dish, leaving Leanne in disbelief, “You really don’t have to force yourself.”

Joy, with a playful nudge, teased, “What’s next, eating a dishrag? I’m impressed.”

Meanwhile, across town.

“When did Selina get so chummy with Leanne?” Devin was lounging with his legs propped up after a game of cards, scrolling through his social feed.

“Is that Leanne’s place? She’s made it pretty cozy.” He offered his commentary while scrolling, “And what’s Jeremy doing there too?

armchair, Curtis who had been preoccupied all evening suddenly tensed, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he snatched the phone for

had posted an update just five minutes

Leanne’s place, decked out in a festive array of food

Joy’s grinning faces dominated half the screen, with two others seated

from his mouth,

the carpet, knees hugged to her chest,

beside her.

the film, Jeremy was absorbed

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into a V-shape

my wife, huh?” He muttered under

she sees is none of your business, but couldn’t he have waited just a bit longer to make

back the phone, nearly hitting him in the

orange shadows over Curtis’ brooding features, and his eyes gloomy.

the words

in confusion, “You finally got divorced, free at last, and yet you don’t seemn happy.”

Curtis’ divorce from Leanne had spread like wildfire in their

Iceland the same

had called the guys together for a festive drink to celebrate.

trip, seemed even more downcast than

party, Curtis

sation.

Curtis lifted an icy gaze, “You were