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

Curtis fixed her with a look that was hard to read.

"So, you didn't tell me," he said, too sharply. "You suspected it had something to do with the Richardson family, and you thought I would take their side. Is that it?"

Leanne replied, "I never thought that."

"Then what did you think?" Curtis pressed her, offering a chance to explain.

"I wish more than anyone that your family wasn't involved. If I could, I wouldn't want to suspect Mary, Maddox, or Jennifer."

"How do you expect me to react when you say you suspect my family of being behind your parents' demise? And how am I supposed to face you or Grandma if they were innocent?"

Mary had always been so kind to her, and so had everyone in the Richardson family.

A sourness filled Leanne's nose, and warmth rushed to her eyes. She pinched the joint of her thumb and forefinger as if it could ease a little of the pain.

to choose between believing them

of her eyes. "Whether it's difficult for me is my decision, my consequences to bear. You don't need to worry about me. I'd rather you rely on me first whenever you're facing

fell even harder, stringing together like

them away until his palms were all her tears. He then

I have only one

her tear-blurred eyes

knelt on one knee before her, his gaze holding a complex, hard-to-define

investigating it behind my back, already deciding that if it turns out my family is indeed behind your parent's death, you'll

of love, do you genuinely enjoy being close to me, or are

her heart was breaking,

always avoided thinking about this question, evading the thought

or reaching a dead end,

thought about it," she buried her

him, refusing to let her escape. "Then I'm asking you

gaze left Leanne with no place to