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 got. everything arranged for her, and she’d saved her salary and bonuses.

and this endeavor had taken a big bite out

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

you the one who said you wanted to talk?” Curtis

mind?”

say between us.” While wrapping herself tighter in her cardigan, Leanne said, “I’m free

constriction in his breath, instinctively reaching to loosen a tie that wasn’t

out the suffocation he felt wasn’t because of

rush,” he said. “I’ll have my lawyer draft

tie.

needed. “We don’t

to live in an old and shabby house like this, making people

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corrected, frowning. “And how is my

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

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

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

morning, she’d been too exhausted to