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, and

a doctor’s salary wasn’t astronomical, and this endeavor had taken a big

do you want

to

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

breath, instinctively reaching to loosen a tie that

out the suffocation he felt wasn’t because of any

rush,” he said. “I’ll have my lawyer

tie.

Leanne found the idea more complicated than needed. “We don’t have kids or shared

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

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corrected, frowning. “And how is my place

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

and the human imagination in the dead of night was

now, thanks to him, she might begin to envision a horror movie in her head once the lights were off. This idea was especially unnerving

too exhausted to care, but