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

At the edge of an undisturbed world, Leanne and Curtis spent a honeymoon that was uniquely theirs.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

They embarked on a road trip around the island, racing along the vast and open coastal roads under the 24-hour daylight of the midnight sun.

They ventured to secluded western fjords, strolled on black sand beaches, marveled at majestic volcanoes, and stayed in the picturesque town, where purple flowers bloomed beneath snow-capped mountains.

Out at sea, they encountered puffins and the elusive blue whale. At night, wrapped in a single blanket on deck, they gazed at a sky full of stars above the endless ocean.

Icelandic sheep roamed freely. Leanne waved to them through the car window and even spotted a wild arctic fox.

Curtis called her his lucky charm, "Seeing a blue whale and an arctic fox is all about luck. Thanks to you, I'm seeing them for the first time."

He leaned back against their SUV, his black jacket open, revealing a strong jawline.

Yet, the look in his eyes as he gazed at her was soft and warm. Resting his elbow on the car window, the rolling green meadows and a quaint red-roofed church seemed like a piece of Lego forgotten at the edge of the world.

Leanne captured this moment with her camera, which held many photos of both of them.

Despite being staunch atheists, they prayed together in that church.

Curtis asked if she would marry him again.

Under the stained-glass dome, with a priest as witness, he slipped the ring onto her finger once more.

They soaked in a hot spring, with Curtis playfully taking advantage. Leanne was almost out of breath from the overwhelming beauty of the sunset that day.

Curtis kept his promise to teach her how to ski.

Despite not being naturally athletic, he was the most patient instructor in the world, guiding her step by step on how to control her direction.

After countless falls, he helped her up with a laugh, saying, "This is a sad day for the teaching profession. My reputation is in your hands."

"So be it," Leanne steadied herself, clinging to his arm. "Were you planning on teaching anyone else?"

"No one else, just you, my last and only disciple," he said, dusting the snow off her, teasing, "Does your bum hurt? Let me rub it for you."

Leanne playfully hit him through her snowsuit.

To avoid injuries, Curtis booked the entire ski resort for their lessons.

Although a great teacher might not guarantee a great student, after several days of hands-on instruction from him, Leanne made significant progress.

From tumbling every few meters, she managed to ski independently.

Gliding down the snowy slopes was thrilling and tense. Carefully controlling her direction, the biting wind whooshed past her ears, giving her a rush of exhilaration like never before.

She looked over to see Curtis, clad in black ski gear, keeping pace beside her, safeguarding her journey.

The vast mountain range seemed to belong just to them at that moment.

Time was immersed in honey, each second radiating the sweet taste of happiness.

Leaving Iceland behind, they made their way to Starlake City.

Curtis took Leanne to visit the old headquarters of ElitePinnacle and introduced her to his friends on et Bullion Boulevard, announcing, "This is my wife."

He threw a party for her and danced with her. Amid cheers from everyone, they shared a passionate kiss after En losing a game.

Leanne had just met those friends, but she had the time of her life.

She felt both intoxicated and sober.

Back at Curtis' apartment, she m crouched by his bed, busily searching for something.

Curtis, loosening his tie, came up behind her and bent down, teasing,

"What are you doing here?"

"Where's my photo?" Leanne looked up at him. "You said you had a photo of me by your bed."