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

Sunlight cascaded through the window, casting a golden glow that enveloped the woman lounging on the sofa.

Her shirt-dress shimmered, its soft yellow hue reflecting the sunlight as she lay half-reclined on the dark leather couch, eyes closed.

Curtis tiptoed closer, crouching before her.

She must have dozed off waiting for too long, in an uncomfortable position with her legs still on the ground, head resting on the arm of the sofa. Knowing she'd have a stiff neck from sleeping like this made Curtis want to wake her, yet he couldn't bear to disturb her slumber.

Stray strands of hair fell across her forehead, which Curtis gently brushed aside with his fingertips.

Leanne was a light sleeper. As Curtis touched her, she opened her eyes.

Her blurry and sleepy gaze fixed on him as she stretched her arms around his neck in a weary embrace.

"Why didn't you head home to rest if you were this tired?" Curtis asked.

murmured, her voice lazy and heavy with sleep. She hadn't slept well in those brief moments, and her

stone, felt it soften with tenderness. His palm supported her back as he leaned

I don't." Leanne felt uncertain, but being with

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took it off, and sat on the couch, pulling her onto his lap and slipping

resting on his shoulder. The subtle scent of woodsy cologne surrounded her, soothing the fluttering

crook of Curtis' neck before mentioning, "I just returned from

surprised as she

absentmindedly with the buttons on his

like a taboo in our family. No one's allowed to bring

was his existence not mentioned, but all traces of him had also been meticulously erased as if he had vanished into thin air. Those who had known him kept quiet, and the media never covered any news that Maddox, the Chairman of Vector Vista

person, seemingly erased

Leanne was full of