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.

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

shot back with a hint of

tray. Bending

for the ophthalmology

past Grace, remarking,

parents?" Grace retorted coldly, "Maybe you should

parents are alive and well. On the other

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

Leanne's expression turned icy as she gripped the

father was a loyal man, murdered for refusing to betray VectorVista Bank's secrets to save himself. They died because of the Richardson family, but

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

had gnawed at her for twenty years, turning

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