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

Leanne's heels clicked against the pavement as she murmured a quick "thanks."

At the top of the steps, Curtis opened a black umbrella he'd taken from someone nearby and descended to meet her.

Her dress was simple, yet it seemed tailor-made to accentuate her figure. The soft, silk fabric in a muted shade of sky blue clung to her just right, outlining her curves before flowing down into gentle ripples, much like waves spreading across a calm lake.

She was the epitome of grace, untouched by the world's chaos.

The umbrella hovered above Leanne, shielding her perfectly from the drizzle.

The gala had begun, the grand hall bustling with the clinking of glasses and laughter.

Battling the wind and rain, a waiter held the door for them, the warm, inviting scent of wine greeting them as they stepped inside.

with Leanne by his side, engaging in light conversation and handshakes. A

to meet you," as she

his hand for a brief shake before dismissively letting go. "Don't be envious. You couldn't even if you tried." The man laughed awkwardly, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then,

puzzled by his sudden lack of

slept around. Curtis didn't want Leanne to hear about

bit of a sleaze, not the kind of man you want to get friendly

earth he'd find chicken wings at a

nodding respectfully at Leanne, "Mrs.

he whispered, "Mr. Stewart and Kenneth from Ascend Assurance

might use on a naughty child. "I need to speak with some guests.

replied, "I'm twenty-six,

Curtis teased, "You look so childlike.

eyebrow and added, "Twenty-six is better. Or I'd be in