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.

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

from the corners of her eyes. "Whether it's difficult for me is my decision, my consequences to bear. You don't need

tears fell even harder,

palms were all

I have only one question for

tear-blurred eyes to

one knee before her, his gaze

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

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

felt like her heart was breaking, more painful than

avoided thinking about this

or reaching a dead end, she didn't want to

thought about it," she

lifted her head, forcing her to look at him, refusing to let her escape. "Then I'm asking

persistent gaze left Leanne