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

On a warm summer's night, the sparkling lights of Stonebridge shone like a galaxy, casting a glamorous glow over the town. Luxury cars lined the private road on either side, stretching as far as the eye could see.

In a splendid three-story mansion, a grand feast was underway. The first-floor hall buzzed with lively chatter, the noise spiraling up the carpeted staircase.

The woman who had captured countless admiring glances was abruptly dragged into a suite at the east side of the stairs.

The door slammed shut, and before the lights could flicker on, Leanne found herself backed against a wall, a man's lips pressing fiercely against hers.

She felt a hand cushioned her back, enveloped by a familiar woody scent, crisp and slightly cool, unmistakably Curtis'.

In the enveloping darkness, the world seemed quiet. Leanne wasn't frightened, only aware of the intertwined breaths filling the room. Curtis kissed her passionately, his emotions a mix of passion and something unspoken.

Leanne gasped for breath as the air around them thinned, her hands clutching his shirt in a clumsy, desperate rhythm.

Curtis gave her room to breathe, his palm supporting her back. His fingers, warm and rough, traced her skin, reluctant to let go, possessively wanting her all to himself.

"Getting all decked out like this, who's the lucky guy? Hmm?" he teased, whispering against her lips.

Leanne's breath steadied, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, reflecting his blurred features.

situation, careful not to provoke him in such a crowded setting, and

against hers tenderly yet insistently. "How about I keep you all

was thin. "Why don't you get

fingers hooking a delicate crystal chain at

a collar around Leanne's neck. Curtis forced her to tilt her head

her neck, Curtis kissing her tenderly, his tone playful, "This is fun.

design, not meant only for his

as his breath fanned over her,

"Mary chose it."

had an impeccable taste. The dress was eye-catching, ethereal

he whispered, his lips tracing her sleek jawline, drifting to the corner of her mouth, his kiss soft and

me, didn't she? Using your beauty to bewitch and punish

reeling as his kisses softened. "Not

how come I'm so seduced

you, you flirt," Leanne retorted, her cheeks burning even in

the staircase, and Joy's voice echoed. "Leanne? Where did you wander off to? Mary's

servant interrupted, "Mr. Curtis took her upstairs a