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 she’d saved her

endeavor had taken a big bite out

“What do

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

mind?”

wrapping herself tighter in her cardigan, Leanne said, “I’m free

reaching to loosen a tie that wasn’t there.

suffocation he felt wasn’t

have my

tie.

idea more complicated than needed. “We don’t have kids or shared assets. It

unnecessary?” Curtis lifted his chin defiantly. “You’re ditching the mansion in Crystal Cove Villas to live in an old and shabby house like this, making people think

Chapter 87

“And how is my place that old and

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

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

in her head once the lights were

morning, she’d been too exhausted to