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

Curtis' reaction was not at all what Leanne had expected.

Instead of agreeing readily, his eyes were enigmatic. Leanne couldn't read his mood.

The only thing clear was that his face lacked the joy that should have been there.

"Why?" he asked. "Don't you like it there?"

She had spent two and a half years alone at Crystal Cove Villas, battling depression. The house, meant to be a symbol of their union, had become a bastion of suffocating memories instead.

On her saddest and most disappointing day, she left that place. Curtis didn't want to force her, so he never suggested she move back.

"The past, good or bad, is the past. Now and in the future, loving me is all that matters." In the last few minutes, Leanne had thought it through and made her decision.

The house was full of his allergens and immunotherapy wasn't a quick fix. Staying in hotels wasn't a long-term solution either.

loved gave one courage. It was their marital home, not some inferno.

love you too," she said

didn't know quite when,

and clear eyes, he was effortlessly floored. He walked over, cupped her face,

protested, pulling away from his

pulling her head into his chest and gently rubbing the back of her neck. "We'll move tomorrow." The move was all arranged by Curtis from Leanne's clothes

cat had amassed more

that day. By dusk, she was picked up by Jake

off. The route to Crystal Cove Villas required a

a mistake, but Jake had over two decades of driving experience and was always reliable. She

two had reconciled recently, and Jake was in high spirits daily, "No mistake, just sit back and relax. Mr.

mysterious tone only piqued Leanne's curiosity

through the bustling Stonebridge area, they entered the

landscaped wall came into