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

Selina was up in arms, feeling betrayed. How could they have a big blowout without her? She cleared her feelings, voicing her protest and condemnation with a passion that could set the world on fire.

Fresh from a shower and sprawled on her bed, Leanne tuned into the group video call, listening to Selina's tirade.

"I was just down the road with my mom last night, literally a mile from you guys. A single call and I would've been there in five minutes!" she complained, her frustration palpable. "Good lord, I missed out on a jackpot!"

"Fine, let me give you a play-by-play. I'm no Meryl Streep, but I reckon I can recoup at least half of that for you."

Joy cleared her throat, launching into her one-woman show, leaving Leanne entertained.

Curtis emerged from the bathroom to find Leanne lying on her stomach, her waterfall of hair cascading over her shoulders, the light green of her nightgown making her skin glow.

Her legs dangled carelessly off the bed.

Leanne to turn her head, her movement to break free unsuccessful. Instead, he effortlessly pulled

her into his embrace "Babe, it's your turn to shine," Ever the dramatist, Joy had been embellishing the story, waiting for Leanne's cue, only to realize she was missing from the call. "Hey, where did you

different commotion, Selina lost interest in Joy's performance. "They've moved on to the R-rated part of the

they left the call?" Joy pouted. "come on,

broached the subject of taking annual leave with Donna and Amy, Donna shook her head, a seasoned expert in navigating such waters.

Leanne knew holidays were a luxury in their line of work, especially under a boss

to confront Ruben upon

which quickly faded once he realized

you know how busy we are right now. You're a pillar of this department. Maybe

pillars need a

resistance, she pressed on. "I'm planning to go on

for years? Why plan a

said. "You can catch up on the gossip