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

Curtis' deep gaze lingered on her pale and delicate face. "So, what are you keeping from me?"

The grip that held Leanne's heart tightened, leaving her uncertain whether to drag Curtis into this fog-enshrouded, besieged situation. She still hadn't found any answers from Chuck.

The truth was in a sealed room, and she had no idea what she would face upon opening the door, nor could she find a key to enter.

In the silence that followed, Curtis set the towel on the tray, effortlessly unbuttoned his suit, and draped it over her shoulders.

He took her hand. "Let's go home and talk."

Leaving the celebration, they got into the car and remained silent on the ride home.

Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Jake was used to their small talk, if not outright cuddling. Having seen their confrontational moments, where they barely exchanged a few words before falling into cold stiffness, he found their current affection quite comforting.

But what was going on?

Curtis had been incredibly accommodating toward Leanne, cherishing her to no end, never speaking harshly, let alone showing

his shirt soaking in

the hydrangeas along the wall quiver

the house, Curtis put away the umbrella, its clear water trickling down and pooling on the floor,

off the suit jacket and heard him sit on the couch, calling out

didn't sit beside him but opposite, clutching

did you find

across the living room,

husband. We're together day and night. Do you think I can't tell when

think I'm stupid, or do you believe my love for you is just lip service, that

up in Leanne.

tell me what's on your

wavered, silent for a bit before replying, "Because I

said. "Bring out the notebook

"You