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.

courage. It was their marital home, not some inferno. She wasn't

love you too," she said softly, "I care

out, he didn't know quite when, that she'd totally stolen

kneaded his heart with a sweet ache. Gazing into Leanne's earnest and clear eyes, he was effortlessly floored. He walked over,

protested,

cheeks, 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

a few months, the cat had amassed more

day. By dusk, she was picked

route to Crystal Cove Villas required a right turn, but Jake continued

two decades of driving experience and was always reliable. She spoke up, "Jake,

daily, "No mistake, just sit back and relax. Mr. Curtis is waiting for

mysterious tone only piqued Leanne's curiosity

through the bustling Stonebridge area, they

familiar landscaped wall came into