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.

this means asking you to choose between believing them

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 first whenever you're facing anything instead of carrying it

even harder, stringing

patiently wiped them away until his palms were all her

have only one question for

lifted her tear-blurred eyes

one knee before her, his gaze holding a

if it turns out my family is indeed

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

heart was breaking, more painful than she could

always avoided thinking about this

the truth or reaching a dead end, she

about it," she buried her

lifted her head, forcing her to look at him, refusing to let her escape. "Then I'm asking you now. If that day

left Leanne with no place to