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?”

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

shouldn’t talk like that. Mr.

what kind is he?” Leanne

her words. “I mean

affairs, about how he ran off to Emberland to chase

Curtis’ piercing gaze shifted towards her. Panic-stricken, she waved her hands frantically, “No, I never

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

straint.

the precious food deliveries that were too much for one person, and the Donuses. Leanne wasn’t one to fuss over the odd lazy day, and Laura had it easy With her

but now she saw a different side of Leanne. It was a side even

another word and scurried back to the sanctuary

a cup on the coffee table and stood up, striding

eyes bore into her, his voice

tell me you’ve been a saint these past

eyes, I’m just a man driven by lust, unable to