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

Chapter 43

Curtis had meticulously mapped out the trip, sparking a flame of excitement in Leanne that she hadn’t felt in ages. She dived headfirst into the depths of the internet, scouring blog posts and travel forums for the hidden gems of Iceland. She was serious about crafting the perfect itinerary.

The promise of Iceland’s spring had her imagination blooming with visions of the Northern Lights, fields of wildflowers, and the spectacle of seabirds returning from their

southern winter sojourn across the ocean’s canvas.

Yet, the honeymoon never happened. It fizzled out, just like that.

Curtis became a rare sight at home, and his responses to Leanne’s calls grew colder. It was late when Curtis got home, straight to the shower, then bed, without so much as a whisper of conversation.

Leanne was lost, swirling in what she thought was a dizzying romance, clueless as to why Curtis had suddenly turned so distant.

At the time, Curtis had just broken away from the clutches of the Richardson Group, launching his venture, ElitePinnacle Investments. Curtis was a man brimming with pride, determined to make it without riding on the coattails of the Richardson family.

But for a fledgling investment bank to snag an IPO underwriting deal for a listed company. was no walk in the park.

Leanne tried to console herself, reasoning that his absence was due to the relentless grind of work, that his silence was born from sheer exhaustion, not a lack of desire to

connect.

her bravery and crashed Devin’s birthday bash

there she heard those words that would haunt her at

of people in the room descended upon her, casting looks of disdain and pity, that she

it wasn’t his job. She just wasn’t

Suzan. Leanne was nothing but a

easily discarded when he wasn’t.

unseen.

gift behind. As she walked out, her spine was straight, her

shattered pride lay scattered on the floor,

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brought her up to cloud nine, just to pull the

between Leanne and Curtis

that he was still hung up on Suzan, resentful of being pressured into a loveless marriage,

into her shell. For a long stretch,

to the silent haven at Crystal

housekeeper, bounded out, bubbling with news, “One of my friends works as a caretaker over at Number 12, looking after the elderly. Their kids are all settled abroad and the old folks are bored stiff. I mentioned our kittens and she asked if they could have one. They even had a family