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!”

voice was cold, sharp, her muscles tensed in resistance.

once whispered in tender moments, now felt like a cruel branding on her very soul, something she never wished

face, trying to soothe her, “Your don’t like it, I’ll never say it again.”

pushing against him as

“Don’t touch me!”

her struggling form, “Just

else is there to say?

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Chapter 159

Suddenly, a knock at the door,

person clutching at a lifeline, Leanne’s eyes darted to the door,

look pierced Curtis

back to him, “Leanne, look at me. Don’t look at anyone else. Trust me. There’s

trying to

think she was that dumb, or that the past three years of

radioactive water is drinkable,

issues between him and Leanne were like tangled balls of yarn, knotted and impossible

was amiss,

strength from who knows where, Leanne

her feet, rushed to the door, and flung

away