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

"No way." Devin looked puzzled, gesturing towards the lush and tree-lined backyard, "This yard's huge. How could my smoking bother Leanne?" "You're bothering me," Curtis replied, "Next time you smoke, don't come around me. I can't stand secondhand smoke."

"When did you become such a delicate flower?" Devin took the cigarette from his lips and tossed it, flopping back down onto the bench. "Guess I'll quit today then."

The others followed suit, throwing their cigarettes away too.

Just six months ago, the news that Curtis and Leanne had headed to the courthouse to get a divorce had been the talk of their circle. Who would have thought that they'd end up back together in such a short time?

"Ever since he got back with Leanne, Curtis seems so much more gentle.""

"Do I come off as a demon or a monster in your eyes or what?" Curtis leaned back in his chair with a half-smile, overhearing a conversation from the yard.

Joy and Selina were walking along, glued to their phones.

"This pic turned out great."

"Send it to me."

Curtis scanned behind

to drop off Violet," Joy

who had just returned a few minutes earlier, chimed in, "I think I saw

a quiet charm, the wooden deck lined neatly with smooth pebbles. The soft clatter of shoes

up, ready to bloom in the midsummer heat. Along the winding

a piece of tall grass to tease a cat perched

cat, perhaps tired from a day of exploring its vast new territory, lazily ignored the

Curtis slowed his steps.

revealing

softly, a pleasant tone to her voice. "Are you out for

dim light, his expression unreadable, asked, "What

replied. "Is this

the indifferent feline, "It doesn't seem to find you as