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.

car fell silent. As the Bentley crossed over the Agrarian Bridge, Curtis asked out of the blue, “Do you

made by Derek earlier that day.

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

it an impulsive notion Perhaps they shouldn’t divorce. Maybe they could still

the car

And so,

stillness.

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

let out a derisive chuckle.

from Leanne, his

indifference.

I even expecting from

plummeted, the tension

seemed to divide them with an invisible

ride, neither spoke another word.

Joy’s chatter had been annoying, but now, the silence

at Crystal Cove Villas, Leanne stepped out of the car and headed straight for the

by the. car, sparking his lighter.

deep drag, the nicotine stabbing into his lungs, before calling out to

“Leanne.”

paused mid-step on the

cut a dashing figure, his dark coat

have any

trace of

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