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

It was that chilly time of the year again.

Little Betty was five and a half.

Over at Leanne's Castle, the garage boasted a section painted in vibrant pink, marking exclusive parking spots for an assortment of kiddie vehicles-ranging from miniature cars and motorbikes to balance bikes. Even at her tender age, Betty's collection of rides was the envy of many.

Joy and Selina, absolutely adored this spot. They'd drive their cars and zip around the garden, giggling like teenagers.

As the year wound down, Curtis decided to take Betty to the Northwood Ski Resort, keen on teaching her how to ski.

No sooner had they arrived than Joy showed up, practically thrusting her two-year-old, Danny, into Curtis' arms with a plea, "Sign him up."

Curtis' patience was wearing thin, "What do I look like, a free winter daycare? No teaching."

"But he's your godson," Joy tried.

that? I must've missed the

using her logic against her, "Well, if that's the case, your wealth should be considered mine too. Might as well transfer it

glance at the

barely larger

even in his

snowsuit, Curtis quipped, "With

needs skiing lessons? I could

Joy was speechless.

"You

sighed, preemptively declaring, "Just so we're clear, if he gets lost in the snow because you dressed him in white, don't blame me." Joy, fully trusting Curtis with her son, sprawled out on the couch, spreading out like a starfish, "No worries. If we lose him, I'll just 'borrow' another." Austin, the real dad,

his son for a wardrobe change into something more colorful, said, "Let's still try to keep an eye on him. Wasn't easy raising him this

little Danny, stood tall, "Don't worry.

Betty ready, Leanne approached Curtis, planted a kiss on his cheek, and whispered, "Thanks, love.

The snowy mountainscape