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

Chapter 60

Curtis bristled at the insinuation, “Haven’t I always had your

Instead, he was the one who had cut her deepest.

back?”

Leanne’s thoughts inevitably drifted to the image of Suzan seeking refuge behind him.

“Just keep protecting your precious Suzan,” she spat.

Curtis’ expression darkened, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “If you want a divorce,

there’s no need to involve her.”

It was as if Leanne were the one being unreasonable.

Was it she who couldn’t wait to end their marriage, muddling through with an ex while still bound by vows?

Enough. Leanne had even lost the desire to argue.

“If that thought comforts your conscience, then sure, believe it,” she conceded with resignation.

Her apathetic stance only irritated Curtis more, his frustration akin to punching a pillow, no satisfying end to his anger.

+ you sure Loosening his tie with a scoff, Curtis remarked, “You haven’t gained weight, but you. have gotten good at raising my blood pressure

Leanne thought to herself that it was only because of her love for him that she had. endured so much, making him believe she was meek and easily bullied.

Bridge, Curtis asked out of the blue, “Do you remember Echo

a comment made by Derek earlier that day. He had genuinely intended to

he had swathed her in his coat. Sitting in his lap, she was surprisingly gentle and meek, comforted by his warmth and familiar

in Curtis, bringing with it an impulsive

her gaze fixed on the car window, replied nonchalantly, “I don’t remember.”

And so,

stillness.

wind dies down, Curtis’ ripples of emotion

brief pause, he let out

his gaze from Leanne, his

indifference.

even expecting from

in the car plummeted, the tension rendering the air cold despite the heat.

to divide them with an invisible barrier, turning them into irreconcilable foes, each entrenched in their own

ride, neither

up front, was on pins and needles. Joy’s chatter had been annoying,

out of the car and headed straight for

Curtis didn’t follow her. Instead, he stood by the. car,

stabbing into his lungs, before calling out to

“Leanne.”

paused mid-step on the

a dashing figure, his dark coat accentuating his austere features, giving him an air of

have any demands?” he

trace of

of Curtis’ cigarette glowed intermittently between his fingers, his hazel eyes partially obscured by the swirling