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.

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,

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

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

asked, puzzled by his sudden lack

slept around. Curtis didn't want

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

wondering where on earth he'd find chicken wings

went through the crowd, nodding respectfully at Leanne, "Mrs.

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

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

replied,

"You look so childlike.

could respond, he raised an eyebrow and added, "Twenty-six