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

Curtis leaned down and kissed his daughter's forehead as she drifted into sleep, "Go get some rest."

Once they vanished up the stairs, Curtis pulled out a card, holding it between his fingers, and made a straightforward offer: "There's a monthly limit of a hundred grand on this card, spend it however you wish, wherever you wish."

Larson replied, "Deal."

Curtis tossed the card over, Larson pocketed it, and left.

Three hours later, Curtis and Leanne were in the living room, keeping their energetically awake daughter, Betty, company with puzzle assembling when sounds of a car echoed from the driveway.

Several delivery folks from various stores arrived, unloading heaps of parcels and bags into the house.

Betty perked up and warmly greeted the newcomers with a chirpy "Hi!"

Larson sauntered in, now dressed in a fresh outfit consisting of a tank top and casual denim jeans.

Leanne glanced at Curtis, puzzled, "Didn't you say he couldn't settle in here and went to stay with friends?" Curtis' gaze turned icy as he looked towards the door, "Explain."

Larson shrugged, "My friend got locked up."

That left Curtis and Leanne speechless.

What an irrefutable reason.

pie left in

"Sure."

place as his new home. Curtis merely glanced at him, opting not

it, his physique somewhere between a teenager's and an adult man's, lean but not frail,

"Your cousin made

was Curtis who cooked, eager to delight his wife and

down the apple pie, complimenting Curtis tauntingly, "Cousin, you're sure a

when Betty needed to use the restroom, Leanne took her away, leaving

living in Emberland get so high that a hundred grand can't even buy you a shirt with

his sleeveless

and penniless is

was casual, but his words hit

put down the plate, "Cousin, are

lightly, "What's

be jealous of

vel.ne

twentieth years, guess how many

stretching his legs out, Curtis spoke calmly amidst the young

had before. But what I have, you