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

Chapter 132

But the assailant was too strong, effortlessly dragging her up the stairs, a cloth soaked with ether clamped firmly over her mouth and nose.

The high concentration of ether swiftly sapped Leanne’s strength, her consciousness blurring into obscurity.

She drifted in and out of awareness, sometimes catching the distinct scent of a car’s interior, at other times feeling herself being guided, unsure of the destination.

She tried to scream for help, but no sound emerged, and she slipped back into confusion.

When she came to, she found herself sprawled on a couch.

Her wrists and ankles were zip-tied, and duct tape sealed her lips.

The anesthetic’s effects hadn’t fully worn off, and she felt groggy, her body weak, struggling to sit up.

Through her hazy vision, she saw a man’s robust figure seated across from her.

“You’re coming around quickly,” the man spoke.

That voice… It was Derek.

the malicious words on that card, the chilling intuition at her doorstep

was indeed

muster any strength. She managed to prop herself up

rose and pushed her back

not getting out of

facade of respectability, his smile giving

you, but you

speak, only managing a muffled

talk?” Derek ripped off the tape from

you want?” Leanne demanded, her voice

intently at her flushed face and slightly

eyes.

Curtis ever tell you not to stare at a man like that? I don’t want much, just

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have sex

Pervert

between us, and we’re divorced

touch you if you weren’t Derek caressed her smooth cheek, Who would mess with Curtis leftovers?