Chapter 122


    Chapter 122


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    The coffee table was overflowing with snacks and drinks, so they had been corner and the living room


    floor had be a makeshift buffet spread out on the carper


    Leanne came back with two freshly washed sses, just as Joy and Selina were getting a movie


    queued up on the projector.


    They dimmed the overhead lights, leaving the warm glow of a couple of floormps to set the mood.


    Nestled into the couch, sipping on fine wine, and engaging inid-back conversation, th atmosphere


    was the epitome of rxation.


    Jeremy, hearing that thesagna sitting neglected at the edge of the spread was Leanne’s homemade


    specialty, asked, “Mind if I try some?”


    Leanne quickly interjected, “Oh, that? It’s not great. You should stick to the other stuff, and there’s


    plenty to go around.”


    But Jeremy had already taken a bite and swallowed, “It’s actually pretty good.”


    He ended up polishing off the entire dish, leaving Leanne in disbelief, “You really don’t have to force


    yourself.”


    Joy, with a yful nudge, teased, “What’s next, eating a dishrag? I’m impressed.”


    Meanwhile, across town.


    “When did Selina get so chummy with Leanne?” Devin was lounging with his legs propped up after a


    game of cards, scrolling through his social feed.


    “Is that Leanne’s ce? She’s made it pretty cozy.” He offered hismentary while scrolling, “And


    what’s Jeremy doing there too?


    On a nearby armchair, Curtis who had been preupied all evening suddenly tensed, a cigarette


    dangling from his lips as he snatched the phone for a closer look.


    Selina had posted an update just five minutes ago.


    The backdrop was Leanne’s ce, decked out in a festive array of food and drink.


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    Selina and Joy’s grinning faces dominated half the screen, with two others seated behind them.


    Curtis took the cigarette from his mouth, squinting at the photo.


    Leanne sat rxed on the carpet, knees hugged to her chest, engrossed in the movie.


    Jeremy sat beside her.


    While she was absorbed in the film, Jeremy was absorbed in her, unnoticed.


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    The cigarette was pinched into a V-shape in Curtis’ hand.


    “Desperate for my wife, huh?” He muttered under his breath.


    “Jeremy’s crossing a line here,” Devin remarked, “Sure, you and Leanne au divorced, and who she


    sees is none of your business, but couldn’t he have waited just a bit longer to make a move?”


    Before Devin could finish, Curtis tossed back the phone, nearly hitting him in the face


    The overhead light cast orange shadows over Curtis’ brooding features, and his eyes gloomy.


    “Can’t booze shut you up?” he growled, the words sharp as if plucked from a freezer.


    Devin stared in confusion, “You finally got divorced, free atst, and yet you don’t seemn happy.”


    The news of Curtis’ divorce from Leanne had spread like wildfire in their circle.


    Devin had wanted to celebrate, but Curtis had jetted off to d the same day, cutting off contact with


    everyone until he returned just yesterday.


    Taking advantage of the holiday spirit, Devin had called the guys together for a festive drink to


    celebrate.


    But Curtis, back from his trip, seemed even more downcast than before.


    While everyone else was enjoying the party, Curtis was aloof, barely responding to


    sation.


    y?” Curtis lifted an icy gaze, “You were looking forward to my divorce that much?”


    ah.” Devin, ever the tactless one, suggested, “Why not throw a party to celebrate? A ivorce banquet.


    It’s trendy these days.”


    “Really?” Curtis seemed intrigued by the idea and beckoned his brother closer. “Come here.”


    As Devin leaned in, eager, “You serious? I’ll talk to Dad, get you a spot at our hotel for the banq…”


    He didn’t finish his sentence before Curtis’ foot connected with his rear.


    Devin yelped, clutching at his backside in disbelief, “Curtis, you’re hitting me for real?.”


    A sneer was Curtis’ only reply, “Yes, idiot.”


    He tossed the mangled cigarette into his drink.


    “A divorce banquet to celebrate what? Do you think I’m not humiliated enough? Maybe I should make it


    bigger, ster it across Stake Times Square, announce it to the United Nations, let the whole world


    know I got dumped.”


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    Devin watched Curtis’ dark mood, still nursing his bruised ego.


    Then he cleared his ear as if trying to improve his hearing on the spot.


    “Serious? Who’s been drinking here, Curtis, you or me?”