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.

"No need to hide it." Austin placed the sliced fruit in front of them, "I've known all along."

Joy, in mock agony, exclaimed, "Who betrayed me?"

Austin revealed, "We have a security cam in the living room, remember? Caught your whole act and how you sneakily got your half-asleep son to take the blame." Joy fell silent.

Leanne, shaking with laughter on the adjacent couch, incited Joy to pounce in feigned anger, "Yeah, laugh it up, like you look any better!"

After their playful scuffle, they reconciled, and 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, was walking back.

Curtis, carrying the children's snowboards and following leisurely behind them, exuded a sense of calm.

Spotting Leanne from afar, Betty's bright voice cut through the snow-filled air, "Mommy!"

Leanne waved back with a smile.

Betty, like a bird eager to return to its nest, hurried towards her mother's embrace.

Seeing her run, Danny followed suit, his little legs barely making two steps before tumbling into the snow.

Curtis clicked his tongue, picking him up as he passed by.

Holding him by the collar like a toy, he carried him all the way to the log cabin nestled among the spruce woods.

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The kids kicked off their shoes and ran inside, and as Leanne was about to turn back, her wrist was caught.

She turned to meet Curtis' brown eyes, the snowy landscape reflected in them, a hint of mirth dancing in. his gaze. He teased her lightly, "Who' this beautiful girl, looks ust like my wife. Interested in eloping with me?"

Leanne, trying not to laugh, played along, "I might consider it. Where do you want to elope to?"

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Even though they were together daily, he said he missed her, a sentiment Leanne completely understood.

She looked off into the distance.

Beyond the vast, snowy expanse lay Northwood Mansion.