Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 249

She looked like a little kid, bullied and bruised, desperately seeking the comfort of a haven to lick her wounds.

But Leanne’s home offered no such solace. The protectors of her peace had long since departed.

She spent the entire afternoon in bed, transitioning from the bright daylight to the deep night without a wink of sleep.

An unease crept over her while lying in the enveloping darkness, yet she lacked the energy to reach for the light switch.

She stared out at the twilight sky through her window, and the occasional passing cars reminded her that life went on, even as she felt stuck in a stagnant pool of silence.

It seemed her mind was empty, yet flooded with thoughts all at once, from the nightmare of her former workplace to the years she spent with the Richardson family, from her wedding day to the realization of being trapped in a deceptive agreement.

She revisited her entire life.

Fate never seemed to be on her side. Every time she got love, she ended up losing it, and everything she wanted always seemed to go against her intentions.

Then, the neighbor’s kid knocked on her door.

The plump little fellow announced, “Hey, Leanne, my mom made pot roast. Come over for dinner!”

Before she could politely decline, he enthusiastically grabbed her arm and dragged her over to his house. Leanne was still in her slippers.

a modest and warm couple. The lady of the house, apron-clad, greeted her, “Leanne, come on in. Dinner’s almost ready. Hey, Dave, get Leanne

from the kitchen with drinks like milk, juice, and soda. “We’ve got instant coffee, too,

kind, a trait shared by his

hastily replied, “Milk’s fine, thank you. I really shouldn’t impose.”

silly. We’re neighbors, after all. Besides, Timmy’s been over at your place for meals enough times. Look, he’s put on two

proudly, showing

a Rubik’s Cube to play with, but puzzle-solving

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she gave up, her

only to

aside.

seven simple dishes, but

we get asparagus? That soup would’ve been perfect with asparagus in it.”

“Leanne doesn’t like asparagus. She prefers lettuce. Pass it her

Waldron quickly moved a plate

then smiled. “Thank you.”

knew her preferences as if they were