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 Vector

to meet you," as she reached to

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

you do that?" Leanne asked, puzzled by

around. Curtis didn't want Leanne to hear about his filthy

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

around the room, wondering where on earth he'd find chicken

the crowd, nodding respectfully

turning to Curtis, he whispered, "Mr. Stewart and Kenneth

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

Leanne replied,

teased, "You look so childlike. I thought you were

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