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.

the Agrarian Bridge,

made by Derek earlier that day. He had genuinely intended to take Leanne to see

gentle and meek, comforted by his warmth and familiar

with it an impulsive notion Perhaps

car window, replied nonchalantly,

And so,

stillness.

down, Curtis’

he let

he withdrew his gaze from Leanne, his face settled into an

indifference.

am I even expecting from

the car plummeted, the tension rendering the air cold despite

invisible barrier, turning them into

remainder of the ride, neither spoke another word.

pins and needles. Joy’s chatter had been annoying, but now, the silence was unbearable.

Cove Villas, Leanne stepped out of the car and headed

the car door slammed shut. Curtis didn’t follow her. Instead, he stood by the. car, sparking his lighter. The

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

“Leanne.”

mid-step on

Curtis cut a dashing figure, his dark coat accentuating his austere features, giving him

you have any demands?” he asked.

trace of

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