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

high. Gripping Leanne’s face tightly, he hissed, “Why’d

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

like no one outside could hear

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

her struggles and resistance were all in

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

please, save me.”

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

reasons

kicked the shiny metal ashtray stand against the wall. Gone was the composure and dignity of Mr.

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to burst his vens te wanted nothing more than to turer in and

how could you do

would cause her cheeks to flush as she playfully swatted at him. Now look at her, so

never leaned into

in a private club with a man alone?

back, his face dark as a storm.

him to his face, he was going to chop

having received the news, rushed over

Mr. Curtis might not fear making enemies, but if they let him through today, they might as well shut down

glancing at him,

on the door

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

trying to appease his

smoldered with barely contained rage,