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

The weather took a sudden turn. The morning had been all sunshine and gentle breezes, but when Leanne stepped out of the operating room in the afternoon, the world outside had darkened ominously.

Large raindrops hammered against the glass, drumming out a chaotic symphony.

She peeled off her scrubs while Amy, changing beside her, lamented, "I was planning to take my mom for a shopping spree after work. So much for that plan."

"Why not shop online?" Leanne suggested casually, pulling out her phone from her locker.

"Good point!"

Leanne glanced at the news, where the signing ceremony between ElitePinnacle and VectorVista had just concluded smoothly.

center. He was a vision of perfection with his deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, and jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Representing VectorVista at the signing, Phillip stood alongside him. The brothers shared a striking resemblance yet exuded entirely different auras. Phillip maintained his usual composure, rarely seen without a stern demeanor. On the other hand, Curtis seemed much more laid-back.

the corporate collaboration but the Richardson brothers standing together,

rivalry between Phillip, the guarded elder brother who had supposedly driven Curtis to forge his path with ElitePinnacle, and Curtis, who, after years of strategic silence

for their discretion and seldom speaking to the press,

within elite families, the harmonious appearance of the Richardson sons, each excelling in their respective fields, was unexpected. Phillip, the elder, anchoring the family's century-old business, VectorVista, and Curtis, the prodigious maverick, expanding into

sons, harmony among brothers, love between spouses,

perceived injustices within his family, he had never shown disrespect toward his parents, Maddox and Jennifer, or resentment toward

might be that of a rogue,

screen, Amy teased, "Can't even last

it," Leanne deflected, locking her phone.