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

was on some high. Gripping Leanne’s face tightly, he hissed, “Why’d you

from his pinch, a visceral pain causing tears to well

seemed like no one outside could

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

her struggles and resistance were

clothing as she couldn’t hold back her

me. Curtis, please,

for a cigarette in his pocket and stuck it between his

trembling for reasons unknown, struggled to

stand against the wall. Gone was the composure and dignity

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rage threatened to burst his vens te wanted nothing more than to turer

do such

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

had never leaned into him

doing in a private club with a man

cigarette and strode back,

to his face, he was going to chop that guy

received the news, rushed over a signaled his staff

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

demanded without even glancing at

on the door

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 from my office and send it to

hovered around Curtis, trying to

Curtis’ voice smoldered with barely contained rage, “If you don’t, I’ll kick it down