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

Working the night shift, she decided to grab a coffee from the vending machine, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor behind her. Leanne glanced back briefly.

Seeing Grace, she didn't react much and continued to punch her selection into the vending machine.

"I broke up with Skyler," Grace announced behind her.

"Congratulations," Leanne responded, emotionless.

She had heard the news. After that day, Devin went after Skyler, giving him a beating. Skyler didn't fight back.

Grace's Hot Spring Hotel had shut down. Over the years, she had dabbled in various businesses, hotels, restaurants, and cultural ventures. Skyler had been instrumental in many of them.

He had pulled the plug on whatever ventures he could, withdrawing investments. Grace couldn't cope on her own.

Her company, for which she served as the legal representative, was reportedly under audit by the IRS. The details were murky, but it was clear Skyler had made it known within their circles that anyone who helped her was essentially opposing him.

to fawn over her, citing the Nelson family's influence, suddenly acted as if she was

back with a hint of sarcasm, "What's

paid with coins, and a canned coffee clattered into the tray. Bending to retrieve it, she continued,

for the ophthalmology department glowed not far

Grace, remarking, "Your parents must

parents?" Grace retorted coldly, "Maybe you should worry

alive and well. On the other

were with malice, "Do you think they'd be pleased to see you cozying

nerve. Leanne's expression turned icy

murdered for refusing to betray VectorVista Bank's secrets to save himself. They died because of the

involvement in your parents' death. Don't

gnawed at her for twenty years, turning

her grip, stiffening her fingers with