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,

red from his pinch, a visceral pain causing tears to well up

like no one outside could hear

of hope for rescue dimmed, overpowered

by Derek, her struggles and

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

Curtis, please, save me.”

the hallway, fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket

reasons unknown,

stand against the wall. Gone was

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boiling rage threatened to burst his vens te wanted nothing more than to turer in and turn that man to dust.

could you do such

was always tender and prideful in his presence, requiring gente.com/ing and carefia handling. A slightly raunchy joke in bed would cause her cheeks to flush as she playfully swatted at him. Now look at her, so capable, casually entangled

leaned into him like

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

tossed the cigarette and strode back,

cursed him to his face, he was going to chop that

the news, rushed over a signaled his staff to block the

client privacy. Mr. Curtis might not fear making enemies, but if they let him through

door,” Curtis demanded without even glancing at him, his gaze fixed

on the door

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 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