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

Chapter 210

Like a chain shackled to Joy’s ankle, no matter how far she ventured or how high she climbed, the end of the year always dragged her back to where she started, to face the

music.

It felt like an inescapable curse to Joy, circling back over and over again.

Leanne never asked her, and she never shared.

But in that moment, Joy saw the light.

“I’ve made up my mind, I’m not coming back next year!” she declared. “Wait for me, I’ll come back to you tomorrow!”

After hanging up, Leanne pocketed her phone and walked over to Jeremy Turner.

Having a friend show up with a birthday cake in the middle of the night, especially on Christmas Eve, was no small gesture. It weighed on Leanne.

“Really, you didn’t have to come, especially not at this time. You should be partying with. your family.”

“I’ll only stay a bit, no worries. My mom heard you were on shift alone today and wanted to bring you some chicken pot pie. Selina couldn’t believe you had a lavish Christmas Eve dinner until she saw the photos.

Selina wanted to come too, but her house is full of kids tonight, all clinging to her, so couldn’t make it. She bought you the cake, and I brought the gift for her.”

Jeremy had a way of speaking that eased her concerns.

Leanne led him into the office, where Jeremy brought out the cake and lit the candles.

hint of hesitation

close her eyes and make a wish when Jeremy, with a fist to his nose, cleared his throat and began to sing in a stiff tone, “Happy birthday to you!

but

Jeremy

of a singer. Was it that

still laughing, shook her

usual derneanor clashing with the

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taught me, said it’s the go-to birthday song these days.”

awkward, the sight of her bright smile made him

expression.

his gaze, her smile gradually faded.

the silence, with people rushing

instincts, hurried out to see what

some heading for the elevators, others crowding at the

in vain to manage the crowd, Leanne asked, “What’s

there’s a show across the river, and

wrapped in bandages from eye surgery, being helped by a relative, “Bed 18! You can’t even see

large windows, and Leanne walked over, reminding everyone, “Take a look but be safe, no pushing.”

from bed 5 pulled her over, “Dr. Castillo, you’ve got

dragged to a spot with a clear view of the Stonebridge Financi District, across the

this vantage point, the towering office buildings were ablaze with blue and laser