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

On a leisurely holiday.

Against the vast snowy landscape, Curtis' tall and handsome figure stood out strikingly.

Betty inherited his athletic prowess flawlessly, her small figure moving freely across the snow.

At just two years old, little Danny spent half an hour just learning to stand steady on his snowboard. Joy watched her son fall repeatedly, hardly able to bear the sight. "This athletic ability definitely didn't come from me."

Leanne finally felt a bit of solace, seeing she wasn't the only one prone to tumbling.

"He's only two, don't be so hard on him."

Joy, munching on sunflower seeds, retorted, "And you're thirty-two, how come your athletic skills are still lacking?"

Leanne, expressionless, turned away, "At thirty-two, you spilled Coke on Austin's laptop and let your son take the fall for it."

Just then, Austin emerged from the kitchen, Joy coughing violently in an attempt to drown out Leanne's words.

the sliced fruit in front of them, "I've

agony,

"We have a security cam in the living room, remember? Caught your whole act and how

Joy to pounce

by noon, Coach Curtis returned with his two young trainees. Leanne, wrapping herself in a cashmere shawl, went to greet them at the door. Betty, wearing a sky-blue helmet and holding her brother's hand,

the children's snowboards and following leisurely behind them, exuded a sense of

Leanne from afar, Betty's bright voice cut

waved back

return to

suit, his little legs barely making two steps before tumbling into

picking him up as he passed

toy, he carried him all the way to the log cabin nestled among the spruce

him the chill of

Search,

helped

sw belongs

and as Leanne was about