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.

into this means asking you to choose between believing them or

stood up and walked over to her, crouching before her. His fingertips gently wiped away the tears spilling from the corners 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

tears fell even harder,

patiently wiped them away until his palms were all her tears.

I have only one question for

tear-blurred eyes to

before her, his gaze holding

behind my back, already deciding that if it turns out my family is indeed behind your

genuinely enjoy being close to me, or are you treating each

felt like her heart was breaking, more painful than

this question, evading

a dead end, she didn't want to

never thought about it," she buried her eyes in

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

Leanne with