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.”

they had been together, Leanne rarely had to spend her money. She got. everything arranged for her,

had taken a big bite out of

it to you?” Leanne retorted. “What do you

one who said you wanted to talk?” Curtis countered. “What

mind?”

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

felt a constriction in his breath, instinctively reaching to loosen

turned out the suffocation he felt wasn’t because

said. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a

tie.

don’t have kids

ditching the mansion in Crystal Cove Villas to live in an old and shabby

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is my place that old

over twenty years old, for heaven’s sake,” Curtis said. “Aren’t you scared of the dark? Living in this old house doesn’t spook

and the human imagination in the dead of night was the

horror movie in her head once the lights were

been too exhausted to