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.”

been together, Leanne rarely had to spend her money. She

wasn’t astronomical, and this endeavor had taken a big bite out of her savings.

it to you?” Leanne retorted. “What do you want to talk about,

the one who said you wanted to talk?” Curtis

mind?”

between us.” While wrapping herself tighter in her cardigan, Leanne said,

breath, instinctively reaching to loosen a tie that wasn’t there.

the suffocation he felt wasn’t because of any

he said. “I’ll have my

tie.

“We don’t have kids or shared assets. It doesn’t have to be that complicated.”

defiantly. “You’re ditching the mansion in Crystal Cove Villas to live

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how is my place that old

for heaven’s sake,” Curtis said. “Aren’t you

fear if they truly existed, and the human imagination in the dead of night was the

she might begin to envision a horror movie in her head once the lights were off. This idea was especially unnerving considering her bedroom lacked a

been too exhausted to care,