Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Leanne felt like she was suffocating.

"So you knew all along?"

She looked over at Mary with a dazed expression, the woman who, besides her parents, loved her the most in the world.

"You knew it was him who kidnapped us and killed my parents. Why didn't you tell the police? Why did you hide it when they came investigating?" Leanne's speech was slow, her voice soft, "Just because he's a Richardson. Does that mean he can take three lives and not be accountable?"

Her accusations cut deep into Mary's heart, "My dear child, I'm so sorry."

"Don't call me that!" Leanne suddenly became agitated, "I was never lucky enough to truly be one of the Richardson family. My only fortune was that my parents fought tooth and nail to get me out, or I would have been dead by his hand too."

Tears welled up in Mary's eyes. She asked, "Don't you see me as your Grandma now?"

Leanne's tears fell freely, her fingers clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, just to keep her voice from trembling.

"I recognize you, but who recognizes my parents? For twenty years, their deaths have been a mystery, and you've shielded a murderer. How are you any different from him?"

The troubles Hanley caused at VectorVista, along with Charles' sudden death, added insult to injury.

Revealing the truth would not only

bank. Once that collapsed, so did

turbulent times, the Richardson family could ill

these calculations and considerations have to do with an innocent girl who lost her

wasn't for

streaming down her cheeks.

had brought Leanne back to

praying for redemption, but

heavy air didn't look back at Mary filled with self-reproach and apologies. Desperate to escape, Leanne hurriedly opened

tension, stood up and opened

laden with the reality of heat and

his parents' caution and obstruction. They feared he'd

the side door, her pace quick, as

her eyes with the back of her hand, having

her and comfort

sorrowful cries filled

your fault.