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

He casually held his blazer in one hand and commanded with succinct authority, "Greet."

It was early autumn. Leanne was dressed in a beige cardigan, a white silk skirt, her hair pinned up with a clip, leaving strands to softly frame her face like a gentle breeze from the tail end of summer. Larson remembered a visit to the Richardsons' once, during Maddox's birthday bash. Their place was bustling, teeming with guests and kids alike.

A group was playing badminton in the yard when a boy accidentally hit Leanne with the shuttlecock. His apology was arrogant. Leanne, quiet and uncomplaining, simply waited for him to leave before she crushed the shuttlecock underfoot.

Watching from upstairs, Larson found her quite fascinating.

Opening his mouth, Larson greeted her with an exaggeratedly sweet tone, "Hey, sis."

Leanne didn't mind, but Curtis sure did.

His gaze slid over Larson dismissively. "What, did living away from home too long make you forget your manners?"

"I've always called her 'sis.' Why stop now?"

Curtis smirked, "Back then, I could've smacked you for it. Guess what? I still can."

"So, should I

Leanne was speechless.

surprise Curtis' uncle nearly had

troublemaker was no match for

a commanding aura enveloping him. His cold gaze pinned Larson, "Call her by name. Or I'll make sure you can't speak again." Larson, feigning nonchalance, knew if his dad or Curtis

He complied, "Hi, Leanne."

better than an orphan's, earning Leanne's sympathetic understanding. She didn't fuss,

was fascinated by the bruises on his face and wished for one

Leanne was again speechless.

not something they

from the rebellious cousin, patiently explaining,

a feast, with dishes that sang to the senses: roast pork,

cooked food felt like hitting jackpot for Larson, who hadn't had a decent meal

apartment in