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

Chapter 192

The moment Curtis left for college, it seemed like Leanne had quickly learned the ropes of flirting with the younger boys, strolling home hand-in-hand under the night sky.

She was more interested in puppy love than hitting the books.

Clearly, Curtis hadn’t set the best example as a big brother. His own high school days were peppered with more scandalous rumors than Leanne could ever hope to match.

Despite his rebellious streak, Curtis had been raised well. He respected his parents and always showed deference to his older brother.

High school brought Curtis’ delayed rebellion to the forefront when his keen interest and talent for finance were met with staunch opposition from his parents, not support.

It was then that Curtis realized the freedom he had enjoyed wasn’t a product of parental indulgence or favoritism.

Instead, he had been raised as if he were a lost cause from birth, destined to squander his potential.

He had always thought he was the apple of his parents’ eye, but in truth, it was exile.

He even promised them, time and again, that he had no interest in competing with Phillip for the family business, but such assurances fell on deaf ears.

figure out why his birthright seemed to say, “I’m coming for that inheritance,” which

himself to drift and do things he’d never done before, things his

crowd, and dating girls who were,

looks and family wealth, it wasn’t hard for girls

gifts without

make a scene or end things abruptly, and Curtis couldn’t care

resisted the injustice he felt with passivity and accepted his role as

time in his life, Curtis was sullen and cynical

avoid all the right answers on his scantrons, racking up

1/2

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with competition problems at home, he’d suddenly think it all worthless

expected him to

day, as he ripped up yet another completed assignment, he heard piano notes drifting from downstairs. Leaning back in his chair, he saw

piano.

in from the bright windows, casting a warm glow on her as she played, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She was