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

Chapter 158

After her rage subsided, a profound sense of helplessness washed over her.

Leanne sat at the desk, effectively trapped by him. She could neither run nor hide.

She stared into Curtis’ brooding eyes, his dogged determination not to relent until he had his answers, and she felt exhausted.

He fell for another girl, yet he consistently brought up Phillip as if she were the one who had betrayed their marriage.

“Curtis, what do you want? Why do you have to push me like this?”

His grip on her loosened slightly, his fingertips grazing her cheek gently, his once forceful tone mellowing as he coaxed her.

“I’m not pushing you. Just be good and answer me, okay?”

Leanne was indeed someone who responded better to a gentle touch. She pursed her lips. and faced off with Curtis for a moment before she replied. “I see Phillip as family, like Mary was to me, a relative who’s always been kind. Is that enough for you?”

Curtis’ heart felt like a heavy bell, struck by a dull clapper, vibrating ominously in his chest. “Then why did you tell Mom you wanted to marry him? That didn’t make sense

“I was thinking of Mary’s wishes, okay? I just wanted to get through three years. peacefully. Phillip is more reliable than you,” Leanne said softly, “He wouldn’t mistreat me.”

Curtis’ heart sank as if it was suffocating every organ within him.

Past events cascaded through his mind like a fast-rewinding film, eventually shattering into sharp, fragmented pieces that jabbed at every nerve.

“Is that all?” Curtis pressed.

else is there?”

love him?” Curtis asked again.

“I never said

hand tightened around her waist as he realized he had misunderstood

colossal, ludicrous

his interrogation. “If you don’t love Phillip, why did you stare at him the day when he introduced Tina Watson as his fiancée? After dinner, why did

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took a moment to recall the

was around the time of Devin’s birthday

Curtis had said that day had shattered her self-esteem, plunging her repeatedly into a whirlpool of

of love, just as

loved her? It was all

easily won over by the slightest bit of affection.

the edge of a

vast emptiness of the bridal suite

sleepless nights, her childhood nightmares returning, and even when sleep

brought his fiancée home, she saw Curtis again.

the dining table, far from each

gaze. She

each bite was a struggle to swallow. Everything Leanne ate threatened

like a contrasting image to her

princess of a high-profile family. Her engagement to Phillip was much like Leanne’s to Curtis, arranged by their parents, a transaction devoid of affection. Yet, they treated each other