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.

room, Curtis was already seated at the table, browsing the news on

landed on

the table. Seeing Leanne,

encounter had been somewhat frosty, and after more than half a year, it

she hurriedly fetched a bowl. "I made your

she left, Curtis put down his tablet and pulled Leanne onto his lap, his

you take some vacation time?" he suddenly asked. "How about we

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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 one of the officials

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

saw Curtis, who

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she sang, her soft, melodious voice captivated the audience, her delicate fingers strumming the guitar strings. The deputy director, over fifty, was