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

Grace had just turned away when she unexpectedly met Curtis' icy stare.

Having known both Skyler and Curtis for a decade, Grace was well aware of Curtis' inherent pride and aloofness. He had never once looked at her directly.

Now, his gaze landed on her nonchalantly, his eyes cool and intriguing.

Grace felt a slight tightness in her chest and subconsciously tightened her grip on her fingers.

She turned to Leanne, "Leanne, you're back! We've been waiting for you to join our card game."

"Let's call it a night," Curtis announced abruptly.

The group of guys, who were just getting into the swing of things, hit pause, checking their phones. "Ending it at just past nine? The night's just starting!"

Curtis clearly had no intention of continuing the night with them. "If you're not done, go find somewhere else to keep at it. And take your trash with you when you leave."

mess they had

Leanne instructed Jake to drive Joy and

to

the living room quieting down, Curtis pulled a delicate pink-white flower from his

cat knocking it over, then thought better of it and moved it to the highest

Skyler with a cool, warning look, "Keep your

seeing Joy off, Leanne was about to close the car door when Joy suddenly grabbed her, offering a serious reminder, "Watch out for Xenia. She's a

"Like me?"

witnessed

garden, late at night, Curtis and Xenia alone, a setting that could easily lead

paused for a few seconds, then

the other side to reassure her, "Curtis isn't the type to cheat. Besides, the original is still here. What's the point of duplicating? Besides, Leanne isn't

you watch your words? If you

weakly, "I have no ill intentions. You know

give you a piece of my