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

Chapter 133

Just beyond a thin wall, the hubbub of a spirited get-together filled the room, where drinks flowed and laughter abounded.

“Out of all of us, it’s Curtis who’s the biggest headache,” someone quipped.

The Class President was a natural organizer, a lover of tradition, who had been throwing these annual reunions since high school graduation.

Although Curtis had been absent for several years, the Class President persuaded him to make an appearance for his mentor Scott’s 60th birthday celebration.

Mr. Scott was at it again, recounting the good old days, stories he delighted in retelling year after year. Curtis hadn’t been around for the past gatherings, but now he was back, and Mr. Scott was all too eager to catch up.

“Remember that time you got into it with… the notorious troublemaker? Landed the poor guy in the hospital. It was a close call, but you managed to smooth things over.”

Curtis, lounging back in his chair, listlessly stirred his tea, clearly unenthused.

“That’s nothing,” chimed in one of the guys, “Word was, you fought over a girl, right? Girls used to chase you around school; never the same one twice. You had your pick of the prettiest ones.”

The mention soured Curtis’ mood for days, and just when he was itching for a fight, someone walked right into his crosshairs.

With a smirk that was half feigned, half genuine, Curtis teased, “You never dated anyone, did you? Was it by choice?”

The classmate, who’d penned countless love letters that sank without a trace, bristled, “I was focused on my studies.”

“Oh?” Curtis’ eyes gleamed with mischief, “And which illustrious university did you. end up at? You never showed up to our top-tier college reunions.”

Someone tried to defuse the tension, “Let’s not dredge up the past.”

Suzan, ever the peacemaker, smiled, “We were just kids, all fun and games. Can’t take any of that seriously.”

Mr. Scott, eager to change the subject, added, “Who would have thought? Curtis turned out to be the most successful of us all. ElitePinnacle Investments, I hear you’re doing. quite well.”

The envious undertone was clear as the classmate added, “Well, his family owns a bank. How could we compete?”

eyebrow lazily, sneering, “Maybe I’ll talk to

14:35

Chapter 133:

adopting you”

classmate’s face

anyone seen Jeremy?” someone asked.

“Jeremy was probably off

to step outside for a smoke and some fresh air.

two classmates taking a break to puff on cigarettes

and gossip.

you sure you weren’t mistaken?”

one said, pulling out his phone, “Look, that’s her, right? We met her at

And

clue. But they were all over

phone was

studying the photo on

corridor behind him. The

around the woman, who seemned either drunk or very affectionate,

head rested on his shoulder, her face half-hidden.

knew instantly.

That was Leanne.

man’s back was to the camera, his face obscured, but he was clearly

not Jeremy.

learned to play

face darkened, “Where was this taken?”

classmate didn’t dare lie, pointing to a door, ‘Just in there, not long ago, maybe

and strode toward room 2666.

at his haste,

is in there with some