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

Chapter 134

What the hell was he doing here, knocking on doors? To witness his ex-wife, Leanne, intertwined in the embrace of another man-making love the way they used to?

His buddies, tagging along for the ride, were desperately trying to talk some sense into

him,

“It’s Scott’s birthday bash, let’s not ruin the night.”

“Yeah, dude, you guys are divorced, right? We’re all adults here.”

“Curtis, I get it’s tough to swallow, but you gotta move on,” Suzan tried to reason with

patience, “Barging in there’s just gonna make Leanne look bad. You can’t let your jealousy put her in that spot.”

“Get lost.” Curtis could barely keep a lid on his

anger.

His friends fell silent, quickly retreating back to their booth.

Suzan pursed her lips, witnessing a side of Curtis she’d never seen before, a man

unhinger

? He’s right outside.”

side of the door, the mention of Curtis’ voice made Derek’s excitement surge

Leanne’s face tightly, he hissed,

his pinch, a visceral pain causing

seemed like no one outside

and the flicker of hope for rescue dimmed, overpowered by a wave of despair that threatened to engulf her like

the couch by Derek, her

drove Derek into a frenzy, tearing Leanne’s clothing as she couldn’t hold back her fear and sobs, crying out

please,

hallway, fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket and

and trembling for reasons unknown, struggled

the shiny metal ashtray stand against the

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threatened to burst his vens te wanted nothing more than to

could you do such a thing?”

A slightly raunchy joke in bed would cause her cheeks to

into him like that.

the hell was she doing in a private club with a man alone? What else could they

and strode back, his

Today, even if Leanne cursed him to his face, he was going to chop

Curtis, please, calm down. The club manager, having received the news, rushed over a signaled

top priority was to ensure client privacy. Mr. Curtis might not fear making enemies, but if they let him through

the door,” Curtis demanded without even glancing at

on the door

fail to meet your expectations somewhere? It’s just these underlings, and they don’t get it. I meant to attend to you personally, got held up a

Curtis, trying to appease his anger.

voice smoldered with barely contained rage, “If you don’t,