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

Chapter 141

Curtis couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity, but his laughter was as fleeting and thin as a wisp of smoke, never reaching the frosty depths of his eyes before being scattered by the wind.

He and Leanne were like a modern-day War of the Roses. The word “again” was inevitably part of the sentence whenever someone mentioned them.

“We didn’t fight this time,” he said, taking a drag on his cigarette while watching the snowflakes dance beneath the streetlamp’s glow.

Curtis used to despise winter, which was too cold, bad weather, all hassle, and

inconvenient.

But the best times with Leanne were in that one winter season.

They stayed at the Northwood Mansion, no one to disturb them, nothing to trouble their peace. It felt like the whole world consisted only of each other.

Leanne was like ice wrapped in stone, requiring gentle, patient, and persistent warmth.

Once the stone heated, the ice inside melted into a subtle trickle of water first, then slowly into the sweetest honey.

Curtis had tasted that sweetness.

On Christmas Eve, in front of the hospital, even a man like him, often branded as cold-hearted, had stood in the biting winter snow waiting for her..

Leanne ran

from the

was hard

arms, snuggled against him, looking up

her frozen heart. That belief lasted until the day he returned to grab his passport – he had planned a surprise honeymoon as a means to make

the stairs, he overheard Jennifer talking to a

the woman praised, “beautiful and well-behaved, and she seems

was dismissive. “In love? She wanted to marry Phillip not long

surprised, “Really? I had no idea.”

continued, “She’s always had a soft spot for Phillip. If

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in the living room. For Curtis, she never bothered. But she

was the first choice in

turning into ice, cold and

brother, willing to sacrifice him. The girl he treasured wanted to marry his

most didn’t

was he

Jennifer’s scale, easily sacrificed when

Leanne’s fallback option, only considered when his brother wasn’t

to Leanne again. I don’t think she loves me,” Phillip said, “She was drunk that night,

arms, tearfully asking, “Have you ever loved me?” made Curtis’ heart clench, his gaze growing colder