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.

knowing smiles at the sight of Curtis leading Leanne in. Many came up to greet them, Curtis effortlessly navigating the 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 else. Curtis is a lucky

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

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, catching the hint,

that?" Leanne asked, puzzled by his sudden lack of

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

bit of a sleaze, not the kind of man you want to get friendly with," Curtis dismissed with an excuse, "Said he's been

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

nodding

Stewart and Kenneth from Ascend

tone one might use on a naughty child. "I need to speak with some guests. Hang around

Leanne replied,

so childlike.

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