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

Gripping Leanne’s face tightly, he

pinch, a visceral pain causing tears

seemed like no

hope for rescue dimmed, overpowered

couch by Derek, her struggles and

she couldn’t hold back her fear and sobs, crying out desperately,

me. Curtis, please, save me.”

the hallway, fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket and stuck it between his lips.

and trembling for reasons unknown, struggled to

stand against the wall. Gone was the composure and dignity

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to burst his vens te wanted nothing more than to

do such

handling. A slightly raunchy joke in bed would cause her cheeks to flush as she playfully swatted at him. Now look at

never leaned into him

private club with a man alone? What else could they be doing?

cigarette and strode back, his face dark as a storm.

Leanne cursed him to his

The club manager, having received the news, rushed over a

matter who was inside, their top priority was to ensure client privacy. Mr. Curtis might not fear making

the door,” Curtis demanded without even glancing at him, his

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 bit, and rushed right over. Zack, fetch the vintage bottle

people hovered around Curtis, trying to appease his

voice smoldered with barely contained rage,