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

Chapter 145

Should Leanne blame her? She wasn’t even sure herself.

If Leanne blamed Mary, she had to acknowledge Mary’s good intentions and desire to shelter and love her.

But if Leanne didn’t blame Mary, maybe Leanne wouldn’t have needed to marry Curtis, compelled by the words of a so-called guru, talking about fate and karmic obstacles.

She had been on the verge of breaking free from the Richardson family, her path with Curtis slowly diverging.

He would’ve continued to be the golden boy, basking in the spotlight, while she, after graduation, would’ve become a humble family doctor, living separate lives in two unrelated worlds.

Over time, the shared childhood under one roof would fade into an insignificant chapter of

their lives.

There might have been a trace of regret. After all, Curtis had dramatically influenced her life, leaving bold marks of love and hate deeply etched into her.

The upside? She wouldn’t have endured this soul-crushing ordeal.

Leanne sat silently for a long time before she dabbed Mary’s tears with a tissue.

she finally said. “It’s all

of you!” Heartbroken, Mary collapsed onto her pillow. “If you won’t punish me, then I guess

old sinner like me doesn’t deserve the pleasures of good food. Whe Sarah? Don’t cook me any nutritious meals anymore. I’ll eat bread and water. There should be no more fried chicken for me. I don’t deserve it. I should just have plain toas

laugh through her tears. “You’re not punishing yourself but punishing Sarah. People will

make a pilgrimage to repent for

pang of reluctance to let her go. “Stay with me a little. longer.

reached to embrace Leanne. “Okay, okay. I won’t leave.

of fresh fruit, Sarah saw them talking and quietly stepped back, not wanting

soothing the temperamental Mary and tucking her into bed, Leanne stepped outside, closing the door gently behind

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carrying a bag from the diner.

he asked, “Where

“Work.”

her arm. “I brought

go.”

not hungry,” Leanne said,

lunch, and leaving dinner to chance?