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

Mary chuckled, her eyes crinkling as she pulled Leanne into the living room. Upon spotting Curtis sprawled on the couch, she grumbled, "Whose annoying brat is this? Shoo him away, shoo!"

Curtis lazily raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? If you kick me out, I might take your darling Anne along."

"In your dreams," Mary retorted, clearly in high spirits. After dinner, Leanne stayed to keep her company, helping trim her nails in the cozy living room. Once they finished, on a whim, Mary told Sarah to fetch some nail polish for a manicure session.

Curtis stood by the window, phone in hand, discussing stocks with Devin, who had recently found some newfound motivation to make investments. Not usually one to teach investing, Curtis showed unusual patience as he explained the potential of a particular stock.

Devin sounded confused. "So, should I buy it or not?"

You cannot teach new tricks to an old dog.

"I'll teach you how to 'make' five million in three months. Interested?"

Devin perked up. "Let's hear it."

bank, and don't touch it. After three months, it'll still be there. Congratulations, you've 'made'

the joke. "Bro,

smirked. "It's

"Whatever, I've had enough of these

his phone, he turned to see Mary and Leanne sitting under the warm lamp glow. Leanne was carefully

advised casually. "Run your race instead of blindly following

a lot. From now on, I want Anne

laughed. "And who will look after you when I'm

insisted. "Then I'll take Sarah

huge, plus she's got a cat.

let go, pouting as they walked Leanne to the car. She shot Curtis a disdainful look. "Useless, you

unruffled. "I'm not

hobbled back inside, cane in hand. "Just wait. You'll be in

dinner was on