Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 

What the hell was he doing here, knocking on doors? To witness his ex-wife, Leanne, intertwined in the embrace of another man-making love the way they used to? 

His buddies, tagging along for the ride, were desperately trying to talk some sense into 

him, 

“It’s Scott’s birthday bash, let’s not ruin the night.” 

“Yeah, dude, you guys are divorced, right? We’re all adults here.” 

“Curtis, I get it’s tough to swallow, but you gotta move on,” Suzan tried to reason with 

patience, “Barging in there’s just gonna make Leanne look bad. You can’t let your jealousy put her in that spot.” 

“Get lost.” Curtis could barely keep a lid on his 

anger. 

His friends fell silent, quickly retreating back to their booth. 

Suzan pursed her lips, witnessing a side of Curtis she’d never seen before, a man 

unhinger 

? He’s right outside.” 

side of the door, the mention of Curtis’ voice made Derek’s excitement surge 

e was on some high. Gripping Leanne’s face tightly, he hissed, “Why’d you stop aking noise? Scream.” 

Leanne’s cheek flushed red from his pinch, a visceral pain causing tears to well up against her will. 

She kept screaming “Help.” but it seemed like no one outside could hear her. 

The footsteps outside started to fade, and the flicker of hope for rescue dimmed, overpowered by a wave of despair that threatened to engulf her like a dark marsh. 

Pinned down on the couch by Derek, her struggles and resistance were all in vain. 

Curtis’ presence drove Derek into a frenzy, tearing Leanne’s clothing as she couldn’t hold back her fear and sobs, crying out desperately, 

“Save me. Curtis, please, save me.” 

Curtis, standing in the hallway, fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket and stuck it between his lips. 

His hand, veined and trembling for reasons unknown, struggled to light up. 

Blinded by fury, Curtis kicked the shiny metal ashtray stand against the wall. Gone was the composure and dignity of Mr. Curtis. 

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The boiling rage threatened to burst his vens te wanted nothing more than to turer in and turn that man to dust. 

“Leanne, how could you do such a thing?” 

She was always tender and prideful in his presence, requiring gente.com/ing and carefia handling. A slightly raunchy joke in bed would cause her cheeks to flush as she playfully swatted at him. Now look at her, so capable, casually entangled with some guy, begging and embracing 

She had never leaned into him like that. 

What the hell was she doing in a private club with a man alone? What else could they be doing? 

Curtis tossed the cigarette and strode back, his face dark as a storm. 

To hell with freedom. Today, even if Leanne cursed him to his face, he was going to chop that guy into pieces. 

“Mr. Curtis, please, calm down. The club manager, having received the news, rushed over a signaled his staff to block the door 

didn’t matter who was inside, their top priority was to ensure client privacy. Mr. Curtis might not fear making enemies, but if they let him through today, they might as well shut down the club for good. 

“Open the door,” Curtis demanded without even glancing at him, his gaze fixed menacingly 

on the door 

“Mr. Curtis, cool it. Did we fail to meet your expectations somewhere? It’s just these underlings, and they don’t get it. I meant to attend to you personally, got held up a bit, and rushed right over. Zack, fetch the vintage bottle from my office and send it to room 2888.” 

Several people hovered around Curtis, trying to appease his anger. 

“Are you going to open it or not?” Curtis’ voice smoldered with barely contained rage, “If you don’t, I’ll kick it down myself.” 

“No, Mr. Curtis, what’s this about?” The manager’s face was a mask of distress, “You’re a guest, and so are they…” 

“Out of my way.” Curtis was on the edge of the eruption, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”