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

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, so close as if he wished to melt her into his being, to become one and inseparable. It was the only way he could think of to calm the storm of emotions within him.

He kissed Leanne's shimmering lips and rested his forehead against her cold, damp brow. "I heard you, honey."

The following morning, Leanne woke up to the early dawn light.

Her bedroom window faced the garden, where the morning light revived the plants, and the crisp chirping of birds echoed in the distance.

Stretching lazily, Leanne turned and came face to face with a pair of big, round eyes.

The cat ruled over the entire garden, complete with a large pond and a floor-to-ceiling glass cat house, but it was no longer allowed in her bedroom. Its front paws pressed against the glass, and those big, pleading eyes, looking in, made Leanne's heart melt.

She got out of bed, and as soon as she stepped outside, the cat, acting as if it hadn't seen her in thirty years, dashed toward her, meowing loudly. It took Leanne a good while to calm it down.

"Little darling."

After changing, she was about to head out for breakfast but turned back, pulled a locket from a drawstring bag, and wore it around her neck.

already seated at the table, browsing the

landed on

over to the table. Seeing Leanne, she hesitated before

after more than half a year, it was their first meeting. Leanne gave a friendly nod.

and she hurriedly fetched a bowl. "I made your favorite oatmeal with

she left, Curtis put down his tablet and pulled Leanne onto his lap, his fingers delicately touching the

time?" he suddenly asked. "How about we go on a

in a foul

evening banquet for the financial regulatory board's officials, which he had meticulously arranged. He had ensured that the menu was perfect and had booked a bluegrass band to perform, knowing

then, something

with her hair styled delicately, moved gracefully, her features striking. Caleb caught a glimpse and felt

until he saw Curtis, who paused mid-conversation and

dawned on

bore a striking

audience, her delicate fingers strumming the guitar strings. The deputy director, over fifty, was mesmerized,