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.

gave one courage. It was their marital home, not

she

know quite when, that she'd

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

are you doing?" Leanne protested, pulling

of her neck. "We'll move tomorrow." The move was all arranged by Curtis from Leanne's clothes and books to the minutia of her personal belongings,

the cat had

dusk, she was picked

realized something was off. The route to Crystal Cove Villas required a right turn, but

driving experience and was always reliable. She

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

mysterious tone only piqued

through the bustling Stonebridge area,

came into