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

Leanne was itching to know what had happened twenty years ago, but from the look of it, Curtis was in the dark as much as she was.

Who else could she turn to? Who could she trust?

If her parents' demise was in the Richardson family's hands, how was she supposed to face Mary and Curtis?

The sudden pressure and whirlwind of thoughts were too much for Leanne's mind to handle.

"What was your uncle like?"

"He was a character, not as stern as Dad. He's taught me how to swim."

Curtis had a special bond with his uncle during his younger years, far more than the strict and solemn Maddox. During those years when he felt misunderstood and lived recklessly, Curtis sometimes thought his Uncle Hanley, the second child like him, could empathize with him.

Leanne fiddled with his button. "Were you close to him?"

"Yeah, but it's been twenty years. I might not even recognize Uncle Hanley if I bumped into him." Curtis let his eyes drop in a lazy way, his silence hanging heavy for a few moments, "Are you aiming to get me undressed?"

she had

smooth it back into place

caught her hand, holding it in his, and leaned down to

a tender moment of intimacy. After a

have," Leanne replied, "I can take twelve days

Iceland?" Curtis suggested,

up for regrets to

ice and fire, with

me skiing. But then, you

squinted. "When did I

day Suzan shared

her. That day you weren't there, it was dull, and

giving you a hard time," Leanne stated boldly, "especially since you bailed on our honeymoon

knees in

Caleb entered to deliver documents, he saw the