Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 352

"In my next life, I want to be Selina," Joy mused out loud, tossing her hair back with a laugh. "Just living the dream, doing nothing but having fun. She’s off on another vacation, you know."

Leanne nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. That way, we can still hang out."

Out of the blue, Leanne’s sentimentality caught Joy off-guard. "What’s up with you, getting all mushy suddenly?"

"Joy, you’re awesome. We've been friends for so long, and you're always looking out for me," Leanne said earnestly. "It’s the biggest blessing to have you."

Tears welled up in Joy’s eyes as she stammered, "Why are you talking like this? It’s like you’re saying goodbye. Just because you have Curtis and don’t need me anymore?"

Leanne felt a lump in her throat and grabbed Joy’s hand. "Of course not. It won’t happen."

"Then why say something like that? You scared the hell out of me." Joy clutched her chest.

"When did you find out?" Leanne asked quietly.

Joy hesitated, her eyes darting side to side, still trying to act ignorant, "Find out what?"

"I knew it," Leanne sighed as if unraveling a tongue twister, "You’ve known all along, right?"

"Obviously!" Joy scoffed. "Did you think you two were being sneaky? All those public displays of affection and sneaking off to answer phone calls. Do I look stupid to you?"

"Why didn’t you tell me then?"

"And you have the nerve to ask me that?"

Leanne immediately felt guilty. "I didn’t want to upset you."

"Oh," Joy said dryly. "I was just messing with you and Curtis, too, for fun."

Leanne was a bit helpless, remembering her internal struggles recently, all apparently for nothing.

With the weight lifted from her shoulders, she felt relieved. "Are you mad at me?"

Joy shook her head. "I thought you would be happier by staying away from Curtis. But if you’re not, it doesn’t make sense. I only want you to be happy. Whatever you decide, I’m with you."

A surge of warmth filled Leanne, tears spilling over as she embraced Joy. "Thanks, Joy."

Joy couldn’t help her tears, stammering, "But it doesn’t mean I forgive Curtis. I’ll never forgive him! If he ever hurts you again, he’s a dead man!"

...

The black sedan pulled up in the bustling district filled with bars and clubs. Dressed sharply, Curtis stepped out and entered one of them.

Inside, the place was pulsing with vibrant music and chaotic lights. Conversation required yelling into each other’s ears to be heard.