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

Chapter 49

Leanne clenched her fists tight as she spun around to him, her voice laced with a mix of indifference and challenge. I can shrug off your insults, but is this the way you talk about your brother? Is he that unworthy in your heart?”

Curtis landed his icy gaze unwaveringly on her face. “He’s not. You might be.”

A sharp pang hit Leanne’s heart, a choking sensation rising in her throat, making every breath a struggle.

“It takes one to know one,” she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I might have. misjudged someone, but at least I’m not flaunting Suzan around town like a trophy. What right do you have to judge me?”

“Why brin

bring Suzan into this?” Curtis frowned, evidently thinking she was making a mountain out of a molehill. “Kyle was like a father to her. Now that he’s passed, she’s just paying her respects out of the kindness they shared since childhood. What’s wrong. with that?”

“You always have an excuse. Bringing her to the memorial service is sentimental, but how about jetting off to Emberland under the guise of business?”

Leanne gripped the banister with one hand, her knuckles white. “Tell me, Curtis. Did you fuck her during those cozy nights in Emberland? How many times?”

explosive exchange. Hiding by the kitchen door, anxiety written all over her face, she watched the argument escalate. Unable to hold back, Laura rushed out to defend Curtis.

shouldn’t talk like that. Mr. Curtis isn’t that kind of

is he?” Leanne shot

her words. “I mean he would hever be

you who whispered about his affairs, about how he ran

Panic-stricken, she waved her hands frantically, “No,

too late that Leanne’s past leniency had been nothing more than

straint.

benefits, the gifts the precious food deliveries that were too much for one person, and the Donuses. Leanne wasn’t one to fuss over

side of Leanne. It

dare utter another word and scurried back to the

a cup on the

he approached. Curtis’ brown eyes bore into her,

not her, then who?” Leanne was expressionless. “Or are you going to tell me you’ve been a saint these past couple of years? You are a notorious playboy. Do you event believe yourself?”

anger. “So in your eyes, I’m just a man driven by lust,