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.

you into this means asking you to choose between believing them or doubting

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.

tears fell even harder, stringing together

away until his palms were all her tears. He then stopped, looking

I have only one

tear-blurred

before her,

it turns out

of love, do you genuinely enjoy being close

like her heart was breaking, more painful than she could

avoided thinking about this question, evading the

the truth or reaching a dead end, she didn't

thought about it," she buried her eyes

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

Leanne with no