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

Returning to Golden Grove Manors, Leanne took a bath and lay down, her eyes closed, ready to drift into sleep.

Her cat came over, nudging her hand, seeking affection. Leanne stroked its fluffy head, feeling the softness under her fingers.

As she was about to fall asleep, the unsatisfied cat nudged her hand again, startling her from the light veil of sleep.

This repeated a few times. Perhaps due to the frequent disturbances, she slept restlessly and soon slipped into a long-forgotten nightmare.

In her dream, she was trapped in a huge, labyrinth-like abandoned factory on a night so dark and black.

There were two cold bodies lying on the ground, bathed in the chilling light of the moon, their faces devoid of life.

In her sleep, Leanne became restless. Her hand pressed against her chest unconsciously tightened, the blanket squeezing her throat, the suffocating sensation seeping into her dream.

The scene abruptly changed to a chaotic day. A frail woman with her hands bound by ropes desperately lunged at a man, only to be effortlessly caught by him.

The man wore a tight black mask, one hand firmly clenching her throat, a mole visible on his hand.

Her face turned pale with pain, and Leanne choked alongside her in the dream.

wanting to save her, but her throat was blocked by an invisible force, leaving her

a start, her room filled with the sound of her heavy breathing. Leanne felt as though she had just been pulled from deep water, gasping for air under the nightlight's glow faint. She

overwhelming fear and desperation from the dream

grasp and fell to the

the bed to pick up the phone, she realized the call had already

was the sound of men laughing in the background. Curtis had been out at a dinner party. He sounded a bit tipsy and more languid than usual, his voice

the verge of breaking down, found a semblance of support at that moment, helping her pull out of the nightmare back into reality. She suppressed the sobs threatening to overtake

"But you dialed me. You must

Leanne turned on all the lights in her room and leaned back against the headboard, "I've got enough money. Let someone else win the

Castillo the millionaire here," Curtis joked. "Does carrying all that money wear you out? Maybe I should help lighten your load?"

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chatted casually, the phone

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realized the laughter

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