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.

silent. As the Bentley crossed over the Agrarian Bridge, Curtis asked out of the blue, “Do you remember Echo Summit?”

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

her in his coat. Sitting in his lap, she was surprisingly gentle and meek, comforted by his warmth and familiar scent.\Frankly, any man in his virile youth would have

of emotion in Curtis, bringing with it an impulsive notion Perhaps they shouldn’t divorce. Maybe they could still make it

car window, replied nonchalantly, “I don’t

And so,

stillness.

after the wind dies down, Curtis’ ripples of emotion settled back

pause, he let out a

his gaze from Leanne, his face

indifference.

I even expecting

plummeted, the tension rendering

an invisible

ride, neither spoke

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

Cove Villas, Leanne stepped out of the car

stood by the. car,

nicotine stabbing into

“Leanne.”

on the

dark coat accentuating his austere features,

you have any

a trace of bewilderment.

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