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.

crossed over the Agrarian Bridge, Curtis asked out of

by a comment made by Derek earlier that day. He had genuinely intended to take Leanne to see the meteor shower that night.

was cool, and he had swathed 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 struggled to contain himself

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

on the car window, replied nonchalantly,

And so,

stillness.

the sea after the wind dies down,

a brief pause, he let out

from Leanne, his

indifference.

even expecting

atmosphere in the car plummeted, the tension

spacious backseat of the Bentley seemed to divide them with an invisible barrier, turning them into irreconcilable

the ride, neither spoke

needles. Joy’s chatter had been annoying,

out of the car and headed straight for the house.

didn’t follow her. Instead, he stood by the. car, sparking his lighter. The flame caught the end of the cigarette hanging from his lips.

deep drag, the nicotine stabbing into his

“Leanne.”

on the

dark coat accentuating his austere features, giving him an air of unapproachable

any demands?”

trace

intermittently between his fingers, his hazel eyes partially obscured by the