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.

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hint of sarcasm, "What's

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

the ophthalmology department glowed not far

in hand, Leanne walked past Grace, remarking,

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

are alive and well. On the other hand, yours

you think they'd be pleased

a nerve. Leanne's expression turned icy as

because of the Richardson family, but that sin doesn't lie at the family's

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

gnawed at her for twenty years, turning into

was chillingly cold in her grip, stiffening her fingers with