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."

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

the joke. "Bro, are

"It's quite

enough of these stocks and bonds. They give me

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

to what you're good at," Curtis advised casually. "Run

leave, Mary clung to Leanne's hand. "I'm bored with you guys a lot. From now on, I want Anne to take care

who will look

I'll

place ain't huge, plus she's got

Mary let go, pouting as they walked Leanne to the car. She shot Curtis a

"I'm not in a hurry,

back inside, cane in hand. "Just wait.

dinner was