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.

you," she murmured, her voice lazy and heavy with sleep. She hadn't slept well in those brief moments, and her head was dizzy as she leaned

stoic as stone, felt it soften with tenderness. His palm supported her back as he leaned in to kiss her near her ear. "There's a rest area

uncertain, but being with

you

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

a comfortable position against him, her head resting on his shoulder. The subtle scent of

drowsiness that had gripped her had dissipated. She remained quiet in the crook of Curtis'

Hanley?" Curtis sounded as surprised as she

his shirt. "How come you never mentioned him

taboo in our family. No one's allowed

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

breathing person, seemingly

Leanne was full of