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

Stepping out of the coffee shop, Leanne tucked the old notebook into her bag.

Her Phantom was parked quietly by the curb, with Jake holding the door open for her as Skyler's call came through.

Leanne answered, and he asked, "Hey Leanne, you free today?"

"What's up?" she inquired.

"I wanted to apologize in person for what happened last time."

Skyler had been sorting through his tangled relationship with Grace. It had been nine years, nearly a third of his life, woven into every aspect of his existence, including emotions, finances, and career. Cutting ties was time-consuming.

It wasn't easy. Skyler's voice carried a hint of fatigue, not physical, but emotional exhaustion.

"I was planning to turn the villa at Majestic Meadows into our marital home, but that's off the table now. I'm throwing a farewell party tonight. I'd be glad if you could make it."

to him. If it weren't for Curtis, they'd probably be strangers. Skyler's apology was clearly out of consideration

and their friendship was rare and precious. It would be a shame to have let Grace's actions drive a wedge between them. Leanne knew she wouldn't want to lose

"Send me the address."

and the party was in full

with food and drinks. The pool's shimmering blue water reflected the

Selina were clapping and laughing by the poolside, and Skyler handed Leanne a glass

over, and the bruise near his cheekbone hadn't completely faded. His tone was

was due. Leanne didn't hold him accountable. "It wasn't your fault.

she wouldn't have kept making mistakes. I'm responsible

not too late to realize that

But I didn't mean to. Don't

liked and disliked. She would argue if necessary, but if you sincerely apologized, she would be big-hearted enough

on the back. "Bro, turning

a few years there to clear my head," Skyler tried