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.

Curtis caught her restless ankle, causing Leanne to turn her head, her

gasp, a soft sound drowned out as Curtis took the phone from her hand, ended the video call, and pulled her into his embrace "Babe, it's your turn to shine," Ever the dramatist, Joy had been

performance. "They've moved on to the R-rated part

they left the call?" Joy pouted. "come

and Amy, Donna shook her head, a seasoned expert in navigating such waters.

a luxury in their line of work, especially under a boss like Ruben, who

it over, she decided to confront Ruben upon

quickly faded once he realized the purpose of

now. You're a pillar of this department. Maybe wait longer and take your leave

first time, Leanne realized her importance. "Even pillars need

on. "I'm planning to go on

you married for years? Why plan a honeymoon

up on the gossip in the group chat