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

Skyler could feel it. When he walked in, Grace's grip on his hand tightened involuntarily.

Curtis rose from his chair and approached Skyler. "I've always stayed out of your personal affairs with her. If you're willing to be used by her, that's your choice. But don't involve me in it, and honestly, I couldn't give a hoot. You know my line in the sand."

Skyler was well aware.

Curtis might not care much about most things, but when it came to Leanne, he wouldn't tolerate a speck of dust in his eyes.

"Handle it yourself."

Curtis left him some dignity, grabbed his coat, took Leanne by the hand, and patted Skyler on the shoulder before leaving. "Take care of yourself."

His gesture was casual but felt immensely heavy on Skyler's shoulder.

Still not having had her fill of the drama, Joy lingered, unwilling to leave. Before the door closed, she heard Skyler ask.

idea to bring Xenia to Curtis'

gaze slid past the person behind him, and he smiled, "Mr. Nelson,

cut off

Back in the room,

wanted to say something, but

with her...

looked conflicted. Knowing he would offend Curtis, he wouldn't dare to pull any stunts

the involved

secure the land." Skyler suddenly laughed. "When you first wanted to open that hotel, you were short on funds, and I covered most of it. I thought I owned half of that hotel.

ask him for help, but we're just

have besides him? Do you know how

and Leanne went through a lot to be together, and you tried to ruin their relationship with such despicable means. What are you

him on a string, accepting his gifts, taking advantage of his kindness, but never

her to his