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.”

her money. She got. everything arranged for her, and she’d saved her

astronomical, and this endeavor had taken a big bite out of her

Leanne retorted. “What do you want to talk

wanted to talk?” Curtis countered. “What was

mind?”

her cardigan, Leanne said, “I’m free these days. Pick a time, and let’s get the paperwork done.”

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

out the suffocation he felt wasn’t because

he said. “I’ll have my lawyer

tie.

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

live in an old and shabby

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frowning. “And how is my place that old and shabby?”

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

something to fear if they truly existed, and the human

him, she might begin to envision a horror movie in her head once the lights were off. This

morning, she’d been too exhausted to care, but