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.

ladies who used to fawn over her, citing the Nelson family's influence,

a hint of

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the ophthalmology department

Grace, remarking,

does this have to do with my parents?" Grace retorted coldly, "Maybe you should worry about your

other hand, yours were taken out by

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

expression turned icy as she gripped the

because of the Richardson family, but that sin doesn't lie at the family's doorstep. Trying to stir trouble

any involvement in your parents' death. Don't you ever wonder who the real

for twenty years, turning

chillingly cold in her grip, stiffening her fingers with an unnatural