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

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

fell even harder, stringing together

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

I have only one question for

tear-blurred

on one knee before her,

back, already deciding that if it turns out my family is indeed behind your parent's death, you'll leave

close to me, or are you treating each

was breaking, more painful than

always avoided thinking about this question, evading the thought every

the truth or reaching a dead

she buried her eyes in her

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

Leanne with no