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.

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

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 inside. Want

uncertain, but

you

on the couch, pulling her onto his

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

crook of Curtis' neck before mentioning, "I just returned from visiting Mary and saw

Hanley?" Curtis sounded as surprised as

buttons on his shirt. "How

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

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

living, breathing person,

was