Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 3

Curtis emerged from the bathroom with the soft sound of his footsteps padding across the carpet toward the other side of the bed. The mattress dipped as he slipped beneath the covers, a corner of the duvet lifting.

Leanne caught a whiff of a subtly cold fragrance, a crisp, penetrating scent that seemed to seep into her bones, the woody notes mixed with his body heat, with a hint of tobacco lingering in the background.-

It was Curtis’ signature scent.

The dim glow from the nightlight barely reached the bed, and the night was so still that their even breaths were the only sounds breaking the silence.

Each occupied half of the bed, setting a cold, invisible barrier between them.

After lying quietly for a while, Leanne gazed in Curtis’ direction. Maybe it was the darkness, but his features seemed more chiseled and distant.

“Aren’t you asleep yet?” she ventured.

Curtis’ weary, slightly irritable voice broke the silence of the dark, “Keep it down.”

Leanne touched the pendant around her neck and then turned her back to him.

When Leanne woke up the next day, Curtis was already up.

She got up, freshened up, and when she walked into the living room, she saw Curtis neatly dressed, sitting at the dining table, browsing the real-time stock quotes on his tablet.

He looked up briefly when he heard her. “Where’s Laura?”

Leanne opened the fridge. “I let her go.”

frowned but didn’t comment further.

of ham, lettuce, and

glanced at them. “Is this what you usually eat?”

to work in the mornings, she often settled for just a few slices

she retorted, “Take it

meow sounded behind the sofa, and Leanne turned to see a timid feline head.

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newborn kittens were trembling, soaked to the bone,

bones.

heart softened, and she brought them home, planning to foster them until they were old enough to be adopted. She hadn’t expected Curtis

time away, she had rescued a stray and wanted to bring it home. When she

a spare room,

furrowed. “Where did

Leanne uncomfortable. She went to pick up the cat, muttering, “From me.”

you should apply for a

cat back in the room, Leanne returned to find Curtis donning his coat and

the mirror and sentenced the cat to exile without looking back. “Get rid

Leanne didn’t engage.

kittens. Why must

his heart

mirror. “What are you silently accusing

I’ll disinfect the house daily, and