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.

her, citing the Nelson

with a hint of sarcasm, "What's

a canned coffee clattered into the tray. Bending to retrieve it, she continued, "Congrats to Skyler for

for the ophthalmology department glowed not far

hand, Leanne walked past Grace, remarking, "Your parents must be

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

well. On the other hand, yours were taken out by

was innocent, but her words were with malice, "Do you think

turned icy as

Bank's secrets to save himself. They died because of the Richardson family, but that sin

deny any involvement in your parents' death. Don't you

twenty years, turning into

chillingly cold in her grip, stiffening her fingers with