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.

family. Getting you into this means asking you to choose between believing them

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

tears fell even harder, stringing together

away until his palms were all her tears. He then

I have only one question for

her tear-blurred eyes to

one knee before her, his

deciding that if it turns out my family is indeed behind

enjoy being close to me,

felt like her heart was breaking, more painful than she could

always avoided thinking about this question, evading the thought every

uncovering the truth or reaching a dead end,

it," she

her to look at him, refusing to let her escape. "Then I'm asking you now. If that day comes, will you leave

gaze left Leanne