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.

social sea with Leanne by his side, engaging in light conversation and handshakes. A Vector Vista shareholder, who was in his forties, glass in hand, beamed at them, laying it on thick, "What a pleasure to meet you. I've heard about your beauty, but seeing you in person, Mrs. Curtis is truly something

barely registered the compliment, responding politely, "Nice to meet you," as she reached to

letting go. "Don't be envious. You couldn't even if you tried." The man laughed awkwardly, exchanged

Leanne asked, puzzled by his sudden lack of

old goat who slept around. Curtis didn't want Leanne to hear

to get friendly with," Curtis dismissed with an excuse, "Said he's been eating

the room, wondering where on earth he'd find chicken wings at a

the crowd, nodding respectfully at Leanne, "Mrs.

"Mr. Stewart and Kenneth

need to speak with some guests. Hang around here and grab something to eat if you're hungry. If you need me, tell someone to

replied, "I'm twenty-six,

so childlike. I thought

he raised an eyebrow and added, "Twenty-six