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

Chapter 159

“I’m not made of stone, you know. It’s not like I can just stand there and take that kind of public humiliation without giving a damn. You saw me at Devin’s birthday party, didn’t you?”

Leanne clenched her fists, fighting the pain that was resurrecting within her, spreading through her veins like invasive vines.

Great, her broken heart had been ripped open once again by him.

Curtis inhaled deeply, but the heavy feeling in his chest wouldn’t abate.

He braced his hands on the table, his throat as though filled with a thousand thorns, making even speaking a challenge.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally exhaled a bitter breath, his voice tinged with either self-mockery or regret, “I thought you were green with envy, wishing you were the one marrying Phillip.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Leanne retorted, “I’m dying of envy. How wonderful it would’ve been if I had married Phillip. He wouldn’t have tormented me like you do.”

“It’s my fault,” Curtis’ voice was rough as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his forehead against her shoulder, his breath quivering with each exhale, “I’m a real son of

a bitch.”

Leanne stayed silent, turning her face away, her gaze fixed on some distant point, unwilling to look at him.

She couldn’t tell if Curtis’ remorse was genuine or just for show, and frankly, she didn’t want to know, “Are you done? If so, just leave. And don’t bother me again.”

“Anne, that day…” Curtis tried to explain, but Leanne erupted without warning, “Don’t call

me that!”

sharp, her muscles tensed in

once whispered in tender moments, now felt like a cruel branding on her very soul, something she

I won’t,” Curtis said, his warm palm cupping her face, trying to soothe her, “Your don’t like it,

against him as

“Don’t touch me!”

struggling form, “Just hear

is there to say? Haven’t you said enough?”

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the door, and

drowning person clutching at a lifeline, Leanne’s eyes darted to the door, almost pleading, “Jeremy!”

pierced Curtis deeply.

Don’t look at anyone else. Trust me. There’s nothing between

laughable. Even now, he was trying to tell her there

that dumb, or that the past three years

radioactive water is drinkable, would you

wanted to explain, but the issues between him and Leanne were like tangled balls of yarn, knotted and impossible to

was amiss, “Leanne? Are you alright?”

knows where, Leanne

rushed to the door, and flung it open.

away