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

Leanne glanced back and saw Curtis ambling in with his typical leisurely stride.

He hadn't mentioned a word about these plans to her. He had arranged everything on his own.

"Let's eat," Curtis said.

Just as Leanne was about to respond, Joy dashed over with the speed of a sprinter, eagerly pulling out a chair for Curtis. She patted the non-existent dust off the seat with hands she pampered daily with lotion, bending over with a flourish, "To my best friend's esteemed husband, please have a seat."

Leanne couldn't bear to watch.

Joy was brimming with enthusiasm, but Curtis gave her a cool look. "If you're haunted, go get a priest to do an exorcism. Keep away from me. I don't want to catch whatever you have."

The room burst into laughter. Joy's plastered-on smile quickly faded as she rolled her eyes and sat back down.

Devin, arms crossed and looking rather irritated, chimed in, "Curtis, didn't you save a room for me?"

chair for Leanne and ensuring she was comfortably seated, settled down himself and replied casually, "Do you think this

why do

stuck her tongue out at

and looked up as if praying, "Thank God for myself last

"Haven't you figured it out yet? With Curtis, Leanne comes first, and her friends come before us

off his hand and grabbed a chair. In full

"Make some room."

waiting for Joy to react, he shoved his chair

with

at his wide grin and

on his fork and held it out to her, obviously not

by me," Leanne

it up a bit