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.

blocked by an invisible force, leaving

though she had just been pulled from deep water, gasping

desperation from the dream

grasp and fell

over the bed to pick up the phone,

was the sound of men laughing in the background. Curtis had been out at a dinner party. He sounded a bit tipsy and

that moment, helping her pull out of the nightmare back into reality. She suppressed the sobs threatening to overtake her

dialed me. You must be lucky today. Go

on all the lights in her room and leaned

money wear you out? Maybe I should help lighten your load?" "I've got Joy to help

aloud, "Strong

the

point, she faintly heard a

belatedly realized the laughter from Curtis'

in

huh? How

leave the