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.

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,

politely, "Nice to meet you," as she reached to shake his

an air of nonchalance, Curtis lifted 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

that?" Leanne asked, puzzled by his

shareholder was an old goat who slept around. Curtis didn't want Leanne to hear about his

the kind of man you want to get friendly with," Curtis dismissed with an excuse,

wondering where on earth he'd find chicken wings

the crowd, nodding

Stewart and Kenneth from

"I need to speak with some guests. Hang around here and

replied, "I'm twenty-six,

teased, "You look so

he raised an eyebrow and added, "Twenty-six is better.