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.

marital home,

too," she said softly,

quite when,

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

protested, pulling away

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 and books to the minutia

a few months, the cat had amassed more possessions

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

route to Crystal Cove Villas required

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

recently, and Jake was in high spirits daily, "No mistake, just sit back and

mysterious tone only piqued

through the bustling Stonebridge area,

came