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

Chapter 73

Leanne wasn’t much of a drinker. The only times she’d indulge were during inescapable office dinners or when she was out painting the town red with her best friend, Joy.

But today, her heart was a pressure cooker of pent-up emotions. It felt like nothing but the burn of alcohol could soothe the ache.

She had thought about calling Joy, but Joy was swamped, deep in the trenches of a project deadline, burning the candle at both ends until she’d crash at three or four in the morning.

Leanne had typed out a message, but then she second-guessed it, not wanting to burden. Joy with her troubles.

Leanne felt like a ghost of herself, so consumed by a heartache that threatened to drown her.

She had never known that Suzan, the other woman, had Anne as a nickname.

So those nights when Curtis held her close, whispering sweet nothings, had he been calling out for Leanne or Suzan?

Were those intimate moments just a façade, a means for him to express his feelings for Suzan while using her as a replacement?

When he kissed her, his eyes might have been on her, but was it Suzan’s name that danced in his mind?

The thought choked her, making it hard to breathe.

She had thought, at least once, Curtis had loved her, even if it was just for a fleeting

moment.

passionately and then discarded so coldly left her unable to let

go

and

move on.

about her that made him tire of her so quickly? Was she not

years before she could even begin to see the light at the end of

never loved her

anguish, her plight, her desperate struggles were nothing but

been nothing but an insignificant stand-in, even

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never been

this world, no one would

did were long gone, perished in that dilapidated factory on a

fate to snatch her life back from the jaws of

there would be no more love for her, for she was never meant to be part

was supposed to die that

Phillip was interrupted by a whisper from

excused himself from

against everyone’s eardrums. Leanne was slumped

bottles.

nearby booth, egged on by his buddies, sauntered over, reaching out to pull