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

Chapter 87

Leanne finally relented and invited him in in a gesture of obligatory hospitality.

But making coffee was off the table. Leanne’s politeness only stretched so far.

Curtis wandered through the door, taking in the surroundings leisurely.

After all, the house was a relic from twenty years ago, decked out in more of a classical style. Since Leanne had reclaimed the property from Violet, she had given it a thorough

once-over.

She changed the locks and, driven by a bit of germaphobia, cleared out all the old furniture that Violet’s family had used for nearly two decades despite being heirlooms from her parents.

After cleaning the house entirely, she replaced every replaceable thing, including toilets and appliances, and chose new furniture that echoed the old days’ style.

She even rehung her parents’ photographs on the walls.

Curtis commented, “You must have spent nearly all your savings after buying all this stuff.”

spend her money. She got. everything arranged for her,

endeavor had taken a big bite

do you want to talk about, anyway?”

who said you wanted to talk?” Curtis countered.

mind?”

While wrapping herself tighter in her cardigan, Leanne said, “I’m free these days. Pick a time, and let’s get the

breath, instinctively reaching to

he felt wasn’t because

“I’ll have my lawyer draft a

tie.

than needed. “We don’t have kids or shared assets. It doesn’t

is it unnecessary?” Curtis lifted his chin defiantly. “You’re ditching the mansion in Crystal Cove Villas to live in

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is my place

over twenty years old, for heaven’s sake,” Curtis said. “Aren’t you scared

fear if they truly existed, and the human imagination in the

in her

to care, but when night fell…